City of Roses



In my neighborhood there is this monster rose bush. It grows around a street pole, like many rose bushes do here, but instead of being trimmed and pruned, the residents let it grow. Masses of fragrant yellow roses weigh the ten foot stems down, more and more every day until they go from a towering arbor to a heavy, sagging tangle. It's the most beautiful thing. Standing next to it, breathing in the perfume and listening to the bees working away in that rose forest, is a treat.

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Crabby Amy said…
Isn't it funny how nature, when left to its own devices, can paint a better picture than we humans could imagine? :)

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