The roses around our apartment complex are blooming fit to beat the band. I’ve done some sneaking around with some scissors and helped myself to some of them. It feels like taking flowers from somebody’s front yard, but the apartment tenants don’t care for the bushes … the gardeners do. So picking flowers is technically taking them from public property, right?
*picks a rose and gets chased off by some irate yokel with a shotgun*
Here’s a rough color sketch of a rose. It came from a sort of diseased bush, so the petals were sort of odd and crumpled looking. But it was a wonderful yellow and pink, and smelled divine.