I know that there have been a lot of roses on this blog recently, but truly, this spring has just been exceptional for them (and for jasmine, and, indeed, for everything). These ones are at the bottom of our street, where it meets Griffith Park Road, and stretch for ages. They haven't got a particularly significant scent, however, unlike the ones below. It's hard to go for a walk with Alice when there are roses blooming, because she endearingly stops and sniffs them all, like some beatific incarnation of dogs and lampposts. It'll be no surprise to you, either, how (many years ago) she received her first bee sting ...
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