While I typically favor brightly colored flowers, when it comes to roses, I choose yellow.
I spied this rose earlier today and had to take a photo. (I hope my neighbor doesn’t mind.)
There’s so much promise and poetry here. And polarity. You can’t touch the stem (so thorny), but the petals (so soft) are buttery. Hoping this rose and its cousins hang on as long as the season allows.
must love biscuits 