Drenched in Roses

I was thinking about a topic for today as I went out to the garden to see what it had to offer for my lunch (slightly-bulbing onions, asparagus, cilantro). The paved walk goes between the house and an oak tree on which our Cecil Bruner rose bush has grown--20 feet or more. In the recent warm weather, the bush has exploded into blossoms, what seems like hundreds of them, weighing down the branches so that they bend over to create an arbor or tunnel. The fragrance of the roses, usually quite delicate, was concentrated so that as I passed through, I was drenched, flooded by it.

So I have no words for you today, only the intoxication of roses.