This is the giant rose in my backyard; I have no idea exactly what species it is or anything. I have the feeling that it is very, very old. Someone must have planted it a long time ago, and I am grateful for it; there are over 200 blossoms on it right now. My neighbors and I are always remarking over the weird plants we find in our yards; right next door, tulips pop up everywhere, in no discernible pattern.
A Blog detailing the beauty of St. Louis architecture and the buildup of residue-or character-that accumulates over the course of time.
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A Blog detailing the beauty of St. Louis architecture and the buildup of residue-or character-that accumulates over the course of time.
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