This peach rose grows in a weedy patch in the corner of our yard. A patch I keep meaning to get to, but don’t. Its location is unfortunate, but we just haven’t found the right plan to fix it to our liking. Eventually, we’ll figure it out, and the rose will have to go. Until then, this lovely but ill-placed rose blooms twice a year. And if I’m lucky, I get to it before the deer can.