The October Roses

About this book

The rose garden of Villarosa is old and famous in a small way, a rosaleda tended by the town for generations, and its keeper for the last thirty years has been Elena Vidal, who came to it as a young married woman and stayed through a whole life, and who loves every bed in it but loves best the strange late bed at the far end, the October roses, a variety that gives nothing all summer and then blooms, alone, gloriously, when everything else is spent.