When I first moved into my house, I immediately tore out all of the iceplant on the hillside in front of my house, and replanted it in a Tuscan/ Califonia themed, water conscious garden. I chose every plant myself for its shape, color, smell etc. It occupied me for months. I spent special attention choosing the rosebushes that line my stairs. The one that is on the landing was the hardest. It took me forever to find it, but when I finally did, it was chosen for not only the color of the flowers, but the smell of the roses. (Yep, I can get obsessed that way.) As I walk down those stairs everyday, before my first cup of coffee, I stop and smell the roses and I smile. It is a simple act, but it connects me. It grounds me in a fundamental way.
The best smelling roses ever.
The other roses along the stairwell.
4 comments:
So pretty! I especially love the pink and yellow combo flower!
Stacie
downside of cyberspace - no smells!
Is that sweet smelling rose a Margaret Merrill? I have one of those, and you can smell it from six feet away. It's delicious!
No idea, what the sweet smelling rose is anymore. I'll check back through my records and let you know.
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