A nose by ay other name

When my daughter was tiny, wee, and only had a little wispy blonde hair, she used to come up to me, face to face and nose to nose, and say: 'NOSE!' She crinkled her nose as she did this, and for me, it's a lovely memory.The rose, on the other hand, was my late wife's favourite flower. This example is in someone else's garden. I have no roses, only a nose.