Today's post is part of a collective called Tuesdays Unwrapped, hosted by Chatting at the Sky. You are invited to enjoy more posts that will encourage you to look for the gifts of ordinary, ~ or stop and smell the roses ~ enjoy!
Sunday, Steve and I took a stroll through one of our city's treasures, The Tulsa Rose Garden. It is located on Peoria about 26th street, right in between Woodward Park and the Tulsa Garden Center. It's free to the public. While not in full bloom yet, it was a spectacular day, save the wind, and it should be in full swing Mother's day. Take your kiddos to church with Grandma, go out to eat at Furr's for a LuAnn Platter and then head over to the Tulsa Rose Garden for some family photos. I kid about Furr's... kind of. Your grandma might love it there.
The rose garden has two full time gardeners and a whole host of volunteers. The Tulsa Rose Society, I think this lady called them. Tulsa is a very society kind of town. They have a society for just about anything you could put your heart into. Big round of applause for these folks for all they do to make the TRG a beautiful place year after year. Oh by the way, you can plant a rose in the honor of anyone you want to at the Tulsa Rose Garden. Just call the Tulsa Garden Center and they can hook you up.Now let's take a stroll, shall we...

Beauties ain't they?

Gotta get me one of those!

Or how about these? They look like peppermint candy to me.


Mmm. Delish!

D'oh, there's me and my wind blown look. This is very effective for some models.

Hey, here's a knockout!

No, the roses silly! Knockout Roses. Hey, easiest roses for non green-thumbers to grow.
Even I have one.

It's a beaut!

Not sure but they might be kin to those knock out ones.

Pretty huh?

Then there was this stinky thing. Vibernum maybe? I don't know, but it smelled like somebody's stinky tennis shoes. Or maybe it was my tennis shoes?

Another defacto... clematis? What is it doing here? I offered to dig it up and get it out of there, but they said uh, no way.

So sorry, I did not get the name of this petal pink posy. It was a climber.

But this one, of course looks like butter, look who it's named after...

Just pour a little wine in the sauce and add some buttah. I do a mean Julia Child.

Then there was this big double bloomer. Amazing color.
Not so much on the fragrance score though.

Still, it is pretty showy. You could forgive it for not smelling sweeter.

It might be my choice. It was Sophy's anyway.
(Thank you for bearing though each one of these lame jokes.)
And then I leave you with another unidentified version. This bee seems to enjoy it, thought you would too.Okay, get yourself to the Tulsa Rose Garden and see it in person.






































