yawn strews the rock garden with paper-thin loves-me-nots. A steady diet of roses can prove thorny if one’s appetite exceeds good taste. She smiles for no reason. Does the Maiden prefer one over another? A wafer-thin Gingersnap Floribunda lifts spirits. A Black Baccara Tea Rose tempts. The aromatic Green Romantica entices her so often her tiny entourage flits and trips on her generous swaying skirts. Gnats in her presence. Upstart yellow jackets pollinate Honey Dijon Grandiflora as if traversing a Disney film. If they break out in lyrics for her lilting, no one would hear for the zip-zipping towards that Skunk Cabbage lying in wait.