i’ve always liked roses. well, perhaps not so much the flower itself, but the romanticism, imagery and poetry it evokes. the emotions a single long-stemmed red rose sets off. the frailness of a delicate white bud. even the drop of blood a thorn withdraws.

what i love best, though are these wild roses. they are no rivals to the flower-shop-varieties in the looks department, but the fragrance… mmm, heavenly! a soothing balm to frayed nerves and a treat to the senses. and during warm summer days such as today, it’s pure bliss to pass by a bush in full bloom. the warm rays of the sun extracts the essential oils and releases the scent in the air. whenever i pass by such a bush, it makes me want to stop right there and wallow in the fragrance. if i close my eyes, i can almost feel the stress and hectic ebbing away and a feeling of general well-being taking over me. truly aromatherapeutic!

here’s a wildrose cyber-bouquet for you, AnP. it’s been a lot the past days and you’ve been so admirably strong through it all. an eeny-weeny tug, though: stop, and smell the roses.

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