Rose Rain

#springwander Under the climbing roses, petals fall like warm rain—soft, steady, and slow. The archway beneath feels like a ceremony of scent and color. The roses above bloom full and fearless, pinks deepening into wine. You catch a falling petal in your palm. It stays like a blessing. Some flowers don’t fade—they find you again in dreams. 📍This location is in Minella hotel in Clonmel, a town in the beautiful Ireland. The gardens are in bloom now.