The best smelling roses in Church Hill are hanging over the iron fence on East Broad between 25th and 26th Streets. I mean the red roses, not the dark pink ones. The red roses are that dark velvety red, shading to black, and the opening blossoms are perfectly formed. These are the roses you give your best beloved. Stop and smell them. They have that intense sweetness that roses ought to have, but the ones at the florist never quite do.
Be sure to compare them with the roses behind the Davis mansion at 28th and Broad. The pink and peach roses growing by the wall are next in line.
I'm keeping my eyes (and my nose) open. If there are better smelling roses out there, I'll find them.
129 words | May 5, 2006 07:53 PM | Because I said