They are my pride and joy, inherited with the house and completely untamed by me, but I baby them with the odd banana peel now and then.
Jacob's birthday and Mother's Day always seems to be about the time my roses bloom. It's an overnight thing and it fills me with such joy, I don't have the words to describe it. They are so tender, so beautiful, so fragrant without being too perfumey...they are perfect as far as my mind can grasp perfection.
Unrivaled, un-fussed with beauty, right here on my front porch.
Now if I could only get my macro setting to work right...it always shows the leaves better than the bloom.
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