Isn’t it ironic that something this pretty can grow so beautifully in the garden of someone who doesn’t even like roses? Nor pink? This post is dedicated to all roses lover out there.
Roses are the type of flower that I least like, and yet we have bushes of them all around the house. I am no green thumb, and yet, these babies just kept on sprouting and blooming and just growing, no matter how close-to-the-death I pruned (killed) them. So this is, really, the force of nature, to the max. I must admit though, they are beautiful. And very very photogenic.