There was a staff rose show at work last week. Since the house we're renting has several rose bushes and several of them still have their ID tags, I entered a couple of blooms. It was really interesting to see the variety! A co-worker who has been there for many years told me that the judge takes it all very seriously; many of the entries have comments like, "bloom past prime" or "petals could be longer". My yellow got twitted for the lack of leaves--something I'm not sure how to control! It was fun, though, and everyone got a little lapel pin and ribbons. More photos on flickr.
This rose has no ID tag, but I love the apricot color. I dubbed the resident "Garbo" because she ran away from the camera more vigorously than Spot! She's a crab spider of some type, and I'm hoping she'll hang around a while. There are a few more quickly-captured clicks of her on flickr, too.
The odd thing about all of this is that I have never really had a fondness for roses, aside from the Grateful Dead connection. I am, however, flexible enough to say that if life is going to strew my path with something, I'd rather it be roses than something else less pleasant.
Off to see what else Sunday has in store.
