These roses has been flaunting themselves at me on a daily basis. Since they've bloomed their full heads have bobbed and bent towards the passers by pounding the pavement alongside the rose garden. Some of them have adopted a blushing pink tinge to the edge of the petals to enliven the pure white.
This morning as I pass, the roses have been caught in a shower, the drops glistening on each open petal. After my sojourn in France I feel raindrops on roses are one of my things, so here's another for the collection.