I’ve always had a weird sense of pride in some of Portland’s most popular monikers. “Bridge City” is one: there are eleven bridges crossing the Willamette River within city limits. Why I get so excited about all those damn bridges is anyone’s guess. It’s not like any of them are even landmarks in the bridge world; not compared to the Brooklyn or Golden Gate bridges.
I most like these cupped, double roses, like this pink one.
I failed to snap a decent photo of ‘Rainbow’s End’, a cultivar with pink, yellow and orange blooms growing on the same plant, so this one of another miniature will have to do.
Some of the lighter lilac roses were marketing as being “blue.” We know better than that.
