Myrtle

I heard someone calling me beyond the back fence and when I went over Myrtle introduced herself. She had been waiting to present me with a rose bush she had started for me. A welcoming present. She was disappointed to learn that I was not going to stay.
Myrtle's house is surrounded by terraced gardens. Vegetables in the corner nearest the fence line, lilacs and vines and her darling roses.
She thinks the one she gave me is called "American Peace". The flower is a lovely clear pink. I felt guilty and apologized repeatedly for failing to move in to the place, but I'm expecting the next owners will be the staying kind.