I think today’s roses are Wild, but it turns out that label can apply to a bunch of different things, including the official flower of the next province over, where I sometimes think I’m from.
Sometimes I’m asked “Where are you from, actually?” and the answer isn’t simple. I was born in Alberta and have lived there briefly once or twice. My youth was spent in Oregon and Lebanon.
You could ask the same question about these pretty pink citizens. The name “arkansana” suggests something Americanly twangy, but the only evidence I really have is the picture: these blossoms, like me, come from Vancouver.