The Name of the Rose

Hello there! Columbus has one of the top ten rose gardens in the country. It's a garden with real roses and not a basketball arena where the Trailblazers play. One sunny day we decided to go and visit. Here we are all smiling because a bird the size of a small airplane just missed us with it's "fuel dump" and hit the sign instead! Can you imagine how much good luck we would have received if we were Italian?

Before attacking the fields of roses we had a picnic dinner. Here we are munching away on a variety of Italian pastas, ironically.

With our bellies full (is that a theme of our blog?) we went into the park.

My sister, M, enjoyed smelling the roses.

I, JC, being of shorter stature wanted to climb the wrought iron tower to look at the garden in full.

After so many pictures, I was getting tired of smiling. Here my dad promised us dessert if we smiled big for our sole picture with my beautiful momma. I was so sun-tired I didn't care, but you can see M was very interested in dessert.

Finally, the answer to the riddle in the title of this post? Why it's....