One in Adelphi, Maryland, one in Wildwood, Florida, one at the US National Arboretum with a grandfatherly interest in many more around the DC area (unless noted, pictures are taken the day of post)
They don't look like roses to me. I'm enjoying this cleome very much. I notice that as I get older, my youthful distaste for certain plants is replaced by an affectionate fondness.
You can't see the exfoliating bark from this distance, but take my word for it; it's wonderful. I like this tree for so many reasons, not the least of which is it's precocious fall color. It starts the season off every year. Guess what? Fall is here.
