The clusters of small single white roses are in bloom. The clusters are so big this year that they fill up your hands, spilling out even if you hold your hands far apart. The tiny pink buds are tiny pink balls of petals. Through the bramble of them, from my window, you can see the white foxgloves that glow light purple in the morning light, the freckles on their throats deep purple. Beside them, the white daisies glow so brightly you can see them in the dark at night.