The people who lived at our house before us must have loved roses, because we have about a dozen rose bushes in our yard. They are in every color imaginable - the full range of pinks... purple... dark red... yellow... orange... peach.
Roses have never been my favorite flower. Maybe they're too showy. Or too cliche. Maybe it's the thorns [hey, is there poison in those thorns? because I swear, every time one pokes me the cut gets infected]. Maybe it's the fact that I've always thought rose-scented sprays or perfumes are nauseatingly strong.
So it comes as a surprise for me to say that I've started loving roses. They are quite easy to take care of [as long as you wear gloves!] and make the yard so beautiful. Not to mention, I get the perfect lovely whiff of fresh flower every time I walk up to the front door.
I just had to share some photos of the roses that are now in bloom.
Pretty in pink.
My favorite: a miniature rosebush with yellow flowers changing to pink on the edges.