The Rose Thiefs

If you live in southern California then you know what i am talking about when i explain to you the beauty that spring brings. On every corner, in every yard there are roses that bloom the size of my hand, in every color of the rainbow. It is simply eye candy. I fell in love with this place when i traveled here. The roses were in full bloom and i couldn't believe my eyes. Even the shitiest parts of town you see them. Mesmerized by mother nature! All you saw in Oklahoma growing up was weeds and lots of them. Flowers die there with the heat. Here, its a different world.

Last year my mom came to visit and was blown away with the beauty as well. I live in a very nice area, small, quaint cottage type homes that precious newport families own. They keep their yards groomed to a T. White picket fences and fabulous wood shutters and the icing on the cake is the roses. So my mom and i decide while walking Romeo one night that we are going to go out later that night and pick ourselves some pretty ones. Indeed we did. Until we got caught. You see...there is this one home a block away from me that i call the "rose lady." Her front steps lead you to a arbored arch full of these gigantious roses...they are lined from side to side in her driveway and all over her yard. It is a sight to see. The fragrance is astounding. So naturally, we chose this woman house as our target. Scissors out and all, we are caught red handed. And what do we do? Run! You got it...we were outta there. Needless to say...i decided that rose picking on someones private property was much too dangerous.

Well this year...my boyfriend had the same idea as mom. He said, "come on baby...we gots to. Those people plant those to share...with us!" ha! I know, i know you are thinking...that is so down right wrong! Well it is. I do believe it is. But i am nice when i do it. Only like 2 roses per yard. Believe me...there are enough to spare.

The other night i was feeling like a night owl, very rare occurence. My boyfriend is a very spur of the moment type guy...always up for anything...and very much the daredevil. He tells me to get it together and lets go pick some. As he grabs a bunch of jargon from the hall wall hook and starts to put together his incognito attire (not such a bad idea) i grab the scissors. The roses we picked were simply sensational. I can't explain to you the beauty. So i am attaching some photos for your viewing pleasure. If you can imagine them in person...ten times better.