It is not an easy thing to grow roses at this altitude, which at my house is exactly 6873 feet, which I know because I have an altimeter on my phone. Not something most of you care about, but as a columnist once said, “Coloradans are obsessed with altitude.”
Anyway, this particular rose has done pretty well, and it’s a profuse bloomer, so delicate and sweet looking. The fragrance is light but I have it planted behind the lavender, so that’s fine. The other morning, when I made my rounds, this beauty was waiting for her lover the sun, all dewy and fresh and eager.
It’s easy to love flowers. But you have to remember to look at them.