I wish I had smellovision for today's #florespondence. The experience of cycling the West Seattle Bridge is normally dominated by sounds and smells of traffic, though it's at least low stress due to a separated trail. But for a few weeks in spring the smell of these roses overcomes the smell of burning dinosaurs.
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