Wall of Roses

The rose garden had consumed the entire house, carpeting the back wall with a riotous combination of purple, red, pink and white. There were small roses that spread wide and exposed their pistils, while others were the size of a small cabbage with hundreds of petals overlapping in on itself. A cluster of bright yellow on the ground caught her attention, the triangle-shaped flowers containing a deep red core in its center. She delighted in the sweet and crisp scent that filled the air, a fresh change to the smoky oil and burned sandalwood that she had endured for years past.

Thank you to my patrons:

Tamar, Jennifer, Val, Dustin, Olga, Naomi.