My roses like the wet cool weather.  They are better than ever.  The scent is wonderful too.  I love how this picture draws me into the dark centre.  I have to get in there and weed though as some of my less favorite plants are having a field day.  I love letting things have their way in the garden but there is a limit.  I am lower on the food chain than the happy birds who eat my mosquitoes who in turn munch on my arms.  Time to break out the serious insect repellant and go in with the machete.  Somewhere close to the fence is a cultivated rose that needs a chance too.  Stop and smell the roses.