In the nice weather, instead of waiting for the bus, I walk the almost 2 miles to work. It’s a hilly climb, but along 65th Place, the inhabitants seem to all have roses (of the pink and red varieties). There were peonies, too, but same, same. This is what I saw in a two days’ walk in June. I loved them, although I do wish there were some gardeners with a little more imagination (yellow, orange, purple, white for instance). They were gorgeous, but I couldn’t smell a thing.