And sure enough, this is what I saw in the park. The toxins permeate the air; I was unable to jog in the rose garden outside of my house. You all are probably tired of seeing photos of pesticide application, as I am tired of encountering the scene day in and day out.
These are always the first roses to bloom each spring. The old-fashioned wild roses thrive in May and are already fading by June. I am trying to be positive about living here, especially in light of my recent attempt to buy an urban Victorian. It won't do me any good to be overcome with disappointment.