I've never really cared for roses, at least not in bouquet form. They seem so....predictable. I much prefer wildflowers. Yesterday, all of that changed (at least me not caring for roses, I still kind of prefer wildflowers.)
Ike and I took Belle for a walk in City Park, taking time to stop in the rose garden next to the fountain. I took one sniff and I stopped. The smell. It brought up a very vivid memory of my Granny Bales (my dad's grandmother on his mom's side) and I standing next to her neighbors rose bushes eating gumdrops when I used to stay with her in Iuka, Kansas (I had to have been like 3 or 4. I have a freakishly good long term memory.)
It was a very happy memory (and also reminds me of the swing that use to hang from her tree in the front yard. I wonder if it's still there.) But, I digress.
And oh, the roses were beautiful. They were all so different, but still so alike in so many ways. Red ones, white ones, small ones, full ones, baby ones...you get the picture. I really think, at least for me, roses have to be seen in their natural habitat to be fully appreciated.
So, please, if you are in the neighborhood swing by City Park, and stop and smell the roses. You won't be sorry you did (especially if you go at dusk).
For those of you who can't make it down, here is a sampling of the roses I had the pleasure of viewing and smelling! (Sorry there are so many pictures, but I couldn't narrow it down. And I thought...It's my blog and my photos, I can do what I want!)
Enjoy! (Click on each photo to get an even better view.)
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