When I was little, my mother had a yellow rosebush that grew outside the back door of our house. In a large yard full of interesting flora and fauna, it was to me the total star of the garden. I loved that thing, and yellow roses have since then always reminded me of sunny days, of summer, of being impossibly young.
There are few things as magical to me as the perfection of the family of Rosaceae… which is why these flowers are to be found here so regularly.