Sometimes I like to walk around Loose Park in Kansas City and pretend like I just walked out my back door. And the park is my own private rose garden.
If it was, I could walk around as soon as I got out of bed. In my pajamas. Leaning over to close my eyes and breathe in the fragrance every few minutes.
I might pull a few stray weeds here and there if I noticed any.
I could wander inside and get the coffee going and then walk back outside with my clippers and a big flat basket. And I could make jumbled up arrangements of roses, carelessly arranged, yet always managing to look just right.
As it is, I am grateful to have the opportunity to wander through it on a regular basis. And when I do, I thank Ella Loose who gave the property to the city in honor of her husband AND the Kansas City Rose society who started their work way back in 1931.