Roses and Bread in Portland

As I've mentioned, one thing that stops me in every walk I've taken here is the roses. They are everywhere, sometimes one or two, sometimes a yard full of them. They each have their own unique fragrance, spicy, sweet, pungent or barely there at all. Some are in the height of their glory, some are windblown, older, petals holding on waiting for a breeze to scatter them on the ground and sidewalks.