It's the most cliche of cliches, I know, but I have made it a point this summer to literally stop and smell the roses whenever I pass them. And in my neighborhood, that's pretty frequently, since a number of our neighbors have these lovely little gardens.
On the way home from an intensive walk in Astoria Park just now, I found three bushes with luscious new roses on them--in August! It's funny, two out of three produce these heavenly scented blooms, but the fuchsia colored roses have no smell at all, or at least it seems that way to me.
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