The borough of Brooklyn has a few nicknames – the borough of churches and the tree borough are just two examples that are appropriate to share in this “G” rated post. At this time of the year, it would be just as appropriate to bestow on Brooklyn the moniker – the borough of roses. Over the last few weeks, my daily comings and goings and midweek meandering has been suffused with color and infused with a sweet-smelling fragrance. It seems like anyone who has a smidgen of land has allocated a portion of it to a rose bush.
So in my best western/John Wayne imitation I say – Thank you; that’s a right neighborly thing to do and I’m beholden to you.
As I moseyed along, I remembered to stop and smell the roses and I took a few photos, too. For this post I have gathered “me” roses of May (apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson) to present you with a virtual bouquet… from Brooklyn with love.