Here’s a pretty flower I saw this morning. One of the apartment buildings to the south of mine has a really extensive rose garden in the front. I’d estimated at least 20 rosebushes. And, since roses aren’t a native California flower, you can only imagine the amount of water they consume. I always feel a bit torn when I see them in bloom: Should I be uplifted because they’re pretty and remind me of home? Or should I be outraged because we have a water shortage and these people are taking up a lot of it to grow roses when they could be growing pretty desert flowers?
Today, I decided to quell the inner voices and just take a picture.