The roses have opened, everywhere. The ones below are right across the street, in the strange, empty garden on the corner of Henry and Congress, where nobody ever sits, plays or does anything. It is bereft of any kind of attention or enjoyment, an enigma in this city where outdoor space is rare, a luxury. But along the wrought iron fence are roses. Lots of them.
Shrub roses are loaded around here--mostly red, but I've seen some dark pink and yellow ones.
ReplyDeleteLove that top photo! I can never get enough of roses.
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