Roses

It is summer - finally - and the roses bloom. 

 I love the simple pink ones.  They remind me of the pastures and meadows of my childhood summers.

I like to get up close too.

There is a small neat front yard with several kinds of roses that I pass on the way to my neighborhood park. This particular one grows right by the fence and is at perfect sniffing height.  Yes - I do stop to smell the roses!