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Fleury

Rose Garden SJ

By Carl Fisher

September 27^th, 2015

roses

Everything was coming up roses. Or so it seemed. Every where I turned there were roses. I had been checking out a highly touted flea market that turned out to be hugely disappointing (it was more like a crap market) when I decided to see if the Rose Garden was still living up to its reputation as America’s best rose garden. Luckily, that turned out to be the case, although I was not alone in my admiration of those fragrant blossoms. It must have been Quinceanera Saturday because there was wave after wave of nattily attired youngsters passing through and posing for photos amongst the fleurs.

Speckled, spangled, and spotted

There were so many that it was hard to know where to start (or stop). Too bad they haven’t perfected smell o vision yet. I’m sure that will be in the next iteration of the iPhone or Samsung phablet. I can hardly wait. Of course there are some not so pleasant smells that one could capture, but I can assure you that I will stick with only the most olfactorily pleasing.