{nat’l poetry month: scented}

Skyway Drive 144

Yesterday, we had a couple of brief periods of hail, which means that this wee beauty, opened a bit more than it is in this picture, became a tiny bit battered. It is in my vase now, but it smells no less sweet.

The roses in my garden are amazing – some of them smell a bit citrus-y, others smell faintly like wildflowers, while others are richly drenched in a lingering, almost cloying scent like lilacs and lavender all blended with roses. I find them intoxicating – and a little worrisome. Because when I have my nose in a flower, eyes closed in rapture, is really no time to discover its resident earwig or damply plump albino spider. And yet, this keeps happening to me. And, I keep having to resist the instinctive shriek-and-fling routine.

Ah, nature. Better left the heck outside.

things around the rosies

whorls of heady scent
secrete multi-legged hosts
Spite your nose. Raise your face.

Skyway Drive 145

With apologies to the little millipede thingy who has just met A Bad End (and who was probably eating my roses anyway).

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