One afternoon in July, we went to Malleny Gardens to see the roses. They were nearing the end of the season, but they were still blooming in various shades of pink and white and red. They have beautiful names, like “Duchesse de Montebello”, “De Resht”, “Paul’s Himalayan Musk”, and so many more. The gardens are quiet; the air is fragrant. Rain clouds gather in the sky. We flit from rose to rose, bee-like and delighted.

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