Our neighbor has a beautiful rose garden and when it gets really warm, she covers them with parasols. It creates a wonderfully unique image -- a dozen or so crisp white parasols dancing over bright, dainty flowers. The photo doesn't do it justice. I have a rose . . . just the one. No parasol for it. It's lucky to get a bit of water here and there and a few well wishes as we hurry through the yard. So every time I drive by this particular yard, I slow and drool. Flower envy.