Roses – who can refuse them? I love all flowers (and taking photos of them), but this post is about roses. Because there is something quintessentially beautiful about them. Even their shape is beautiful.
And the way they seem to have more petals than is possible – there are just layers and layers and layers of velvety petals.
That smell… When they open up and you put your face close to them, there is that sweet, wild smell of hot summer and beauty, of longing and soft touches, of humidity and adventure.
And they grow in such an abundance. Reckless numbers of budding roses climb all over each other, each growing more beautiful than the other.
What do you call a group of roses? A bunch? A pride? A cluster? A flock of roses?
Whatever the correct term is, it’s an honour and a joy to have them growing like this in the garden.