Day 162 of Wonder

This rose smells even better than it looks, if that is even possible. It's a non-hybrid that is allowed to ramble at will near the fence line and in this case through the fence. I know the gardener of this small plot and she loves to let things emerge naturally. A contrast to the work she is paid to do as a gardener where the main word is, control. I love this chaotic world that she encourages and the aroma is sublime.