The roses are along the fence enclosing an olive grove. Everywhere you look there are roses in bloom - cascades and waterfalls and oceans of them.
The blooming shrub (left) is in our neighbor's garden. I don't know its name, but it has the most heavenly aroma - honeysuckle and lilacs. It is everywhere also, including the beaches (can you blame it?), and is probably some invasive transplant brought over from the UK. Not so bad as some of the other imported pests. (Not talking about us from the US.)
And these last two beautiful blossoms arrived clenched in the little fist of the world's cutest charmer. "For you, Nenah."
Mirror , mirror, on the wall,
Who's the fairest flower of them all?
Do you have to ask?
Easy peasy.
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