There are so many roses here, it’s hard to find a focus. I am tempted to paint a single rose. That would be a ridiculous understatement for the experience here. Instead, I find a lamp post with a graceful climbing rose, and a rough rock wall. As I finish, I look again at the sea of roses. If you can’t see the forest for the trees, then you can’t see the roses for the garden.
The scent of roses follows me to my car.