Riding around on my bike in the early morning, I can’t help but revel in the show of both cultivated and wild roses around town. As a young person, I did not understand why my mother and grandmother got so excited about flowers. Sure, they were pretty, but why would you spend so much time and energy growing arranging and gazing at them? As you can see, I’ve grown into a flower freak after all! Here are some I saw and photographed in Woods Hole.