… That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
says Juliet, wishing Romeo had a different name.
So are we sure these are roses? They look like ice cream to me; 3 good scoops and some drippy bits.
In Italy, land of ice cream, ‘pink’ and ‘rose’ are the same word.
Pink ice cream, then – water melon flavour, perhaps.
Just what I could do with right now.