Each morning for weeks I awakened to an incredible bounty.  Hundreds and hundreds of blooms from three antique rose bushes.  So many that I had the incredible luxury of picking a bouquet just for the night.

The cold wet winter brought forth this simple abundance, so rich and stunning.

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