I had the first three photos of the rose, Rosencrantz and Stretch prepared for the blog, but I couldn’t remember the name of the rose. I went out to look at the label in the twilight, and there were two gas balloons floating by — lit up by the glow from the sun that had set some minutes before. I got the name of the rose, Cabana, then sat down on the bench in the middle of the circle garden and watched the balloons disappear behind the trees. Then I sat on the bench for several minutes and reflected on the sunset in the gazing ball.