Roses, this spring, are doing well. The first round of blooms has begun to fade, but new buds keep appearing to continue the cycle. I don’t remember the name of this rose, but it has a light, delicate fragrance, and rather loose, floppy petals, much like a wild rose.
… a rose embower’d
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflower’d,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet . . .