Really, can there be anything more beautiful than a newly opened wild rose on an early summer’s day? So lovely to look at, and even more entrancing to smell.
Walking along the path at the part that we call “the peanut” (at the tip of the peninsula that encloses the bay), a score of wild rose bushes have taken hold in the uncut underbrush. And they keep spreading every year. They are beautiful to look at, but even more lovely to smell. Their scent is intoxicating, transporting.
Next time you’re running, roller blading, dog walking, skate boarding or otherwise enjoying the path at our park, stop to smell the roses. Really.
© BCP 2010
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