We walked along the asphalt trail under the buzzing power lines, and then down a softer path mowed into the fields of deep green, chest-high grass. It took us through secret shady tree tunnels, past thimbleberries covered in loose white flowers and bushes with weird yellow fruits, each of which had a little claw, and then to mountains and mountains of rugosa roses. They were taller than us, massed into long, deep hedges, covered in toothy green leaves and sharp thorns and a thousand thousand pink and white flowers, and absolutely full of bees. There were compact golden honeybees and fat, fuzzy black bumbles and one massive bumble with a fancy orange butt, all rolling and diving in the brilliant, hot sunlight, and our mouths were full of the smell of roses.
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