I planted yellow, pink, red, and white. Only the yellow one is blooming. But that's okay, I like yellow the best.
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2 comments:
Ohhhh, I'm a yellow rose girl, too. How wonderful that you've planted an entire rose garden. I can almost smell it from here.
Yellow are happiest and least pretentious. That's why I like them best. I wonder if different colours smell the same. Probably not. I might have to taste them too. If the other ones bloom, that is.
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