Though I've been talking quite a bit about the abundance of red and white roses, my favorite rose bush is actually a tiny thing, in a sun and rain worn pot, far away from the rest of the roses, and its miniature blooms are the prettiest peachy-orange shade, that eventually bleaches into a pale pink after a few afternoons. Yes, these often overlooked blooms are my favorite. I think that when I eventually pack up and leave this place, I'll have to go off and find a similar plant to call my own.
At this point, I think I need a separate "plants" tag for the blog. I can't stop posting about them.