The roses cover the airconditioner, which cannot be used while they are there. I have to pull them back and under when it gets really hot. Ugh. Summer in New York. Tropical hardship post.
The blushed petals of the Iceberg on the standard rose. No rose party this year. Combination of not as much of a splash, all at once, in terms of bloom, the kitty's uncertain health, and a fatigue of parties sans le 'usband. That will change soon, though.