We call them rosehips. They are wild roses that grow profusely on the Flats. I have written about them numerous times, but I did not realize how beautiful they are in bloom; I have seen their fruit in the fall and have never had the good fortune to witness the summertime bloom. Our yard is a garden!
Now I have made a connection, you see. The Beauty and the Beast: our rosehips and the nasty Alaskan mosquitoes. These pests have irritated us all month. But now, whether by coincidence or not, they have inexorably swarmed our community in perfect harmony to the exquisite glory of the rosehip. They literally chased me back into the house!
They say you can make tea and jelly out of the summer blooms and later out of the fruit. We have other flowers in our yard, too, although I do not know their name. Our garden is wild. I like that best of all.