Smelling the roses

Some events are worth celebrating, with a dozen red roses.

They bring a smile, especially when a surprise. A step above spring blossoms.

But they don’t smell like a rose anymore.

I asked a florist some years ago. Apparently when growers and greenhouses use genetic breeding to promote attributes such as durability, and for long-lasting, full blooms... they lose the genetic code for scent. Shame.

It reminds me of the last time I tasted an authentic home-grown tomato. Sure, today symmetric, and insect resistant, but at what cost?

What experiences being lost with each successive generation?

How do we vote for progress? Paying a premium for organic, local-grown?

And when do the options just disappear without a trace?

A disrupted curve of innovation.