A Dream Come True

There are roses outside my office window. This is no small thing. Blooming roses have eluded me for years, ever since we took out the ones planted here when we bought the place--perhaps they cursed my green thumb as they left the ground. Obviously my unwillingness to use poisons to keep them alive and free of aphids has something to do with my inability to keep blooms appearing or black spot at bay, but at this moment the stubborn climbing rose that refused to die through the last fifteen years has