There’s a kind of rose I’ve got used to calling a primrose, and which some of you lot swear are not, so I figured that since all you had to go by was the buds, I’d best post some blooms. Then you can duke it out amongst each other, and I’ll know whether I’m on a primrose path or not.
For bonus points, advise the clueless amongst us how to tell the difference between primroses and just roses.
This one was taken on May 31st, 2012 along the trail between the North Creek Ballfields and the wetlands. Banks of them, there, filling the air with a fine, heady scent.
A white version, shot on June 24th up where the North Creek greenbelt mostly ends.
A new outburst of rosy beauty, photographed near the complex on September 19th.
So there’s those. They smell like roses, but I always associate actual roses with the cultivars such as these beauties:
(Did those make your eyes pop? They make mine pop. I can’t remember the variety, but I like to think of these as flamenco dancers. They’ve just got that Spanish flair to them somehow.)
Anyway, sure I’ve gone wrong somewhere. You can set me straight, and then we can all know whether we’re stopping to smell primroses or just roses or something else that is not a roses except by common name.