Every year when we return to Bodega Bay I look forward to the coastal flowers. Rich and vibrant fushias, radiant day lilies, tender yellow buds, soft and fragrant roses. The kitchen garden off the porch of my grandmother's cabin tumbles forth with uncontainable treasures. We always reserve one day of vacation time for yard work, hard work, yes, but rewarding for sure.
One rose bush in particular, now matter now sharply it's pruned, produces roses of the softest pink emanating a surprisingly perfumed bouquet. How could such a dainty and gentle rose be so powerful?