The Rose Garden at Loose Park is one is my favorite local haunts. This garden is ever inspiring to me, and I paint here any chance I get. My grandmother lived roses, and grew a couple of varieties that I remember. Peace roses and Tropicana, both with their Jackson and Perkins metal tags attached. As a little girl, I would smell deeply of their fragrance, and I remember it still. Isn't it funny that memories in the garden remain so strong? Like art, it was a love from the beginning that I nurture still. Come see this painting and more hanging at the Anita Gorman Conservation Center for the Brush Creek Art Walk. It was great to see so many people at the reception tonight, and I'm happy to receive a ribbon, too! Painting number 5027 in 5027 days.