yes, my rose petals

…from a wild climbing rose bush (which has surprisingly thrived as a neglected castaway – who knows how it got there – in a hidden overgrown corner of the garden where it is scrambling over some chain link and sending out runners) are drying on a favored Richard Bresnehan pottery plate, sending out good smells, and being something of a rose-hater for their smug needy preciousness, making me grudgingly love this crazy rose bush, now bringing me to the point of considering some potpourri-making as part of the next series of projects, what next?