Roses

In my high school newspaper there was a regular list called Roses and Raspberries, with the roses going to good things like three-day weekends or Valentine crushes, and raspberries to things like long lunch lines and AP tests. Today I have for you only roses.

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It turns out we have within walking distance of our apartment the Morcom Amphitheater of Roses, allegedly one of the top ten rose gardens in the US. It’s set on more than seven acres and was built by the WPA during the Depression, and some of its varieties are found nowhere else in the world. We took a walk there this morning, and since I didn’t bring my camera, I took photos with my phone.

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“Scentimental” striped floribunda

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I thought this one was “Sexy Rexy” (!) but after looking it up online, it seems not.

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“Easy Does It” floribunda

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Erik remarked, “Naming roses seems to be like naming show horses.” Or purebred dogs. We saw “Queen Elizabeth,” “Audrey Hepburn,” “Ingrid Bergman” (my mom has these; they’re very red), and “Pride of Oakland” (small and pink).

Not sure what this one is.

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Nor this one, but it was stunning. I don’t normally like red roses but these had a beautiful hue (which hasn’t quite translated in photo) and golden hearts.

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Another unusual color, such a cool white as to be almost grey.

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This one was almost a mocha color.

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“Carefree _____” shrub rose (the second word was scratched out)

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“Fragrant Cloud” hybrid tea
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Not “Fragrant Cloud,” I don’t think, but I didn’t get the name.

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I haven’t written much here lately, because I’m working on a couple of projects about which I have — at the moment — nothing to say publicly. But all is well.

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