That's what TBG said as we looked at the rosebush outside our bedroom window.
It's quite odd, we thought, that those flowers exist on the same plant.
In fact, those flowers go through all those colors before wilting and leaving the rose hips behind. It's colorful and unusual and beautiful and prickly all at the same time.
It's interesting and surprising and not something we've ever seen before.
Or, as my husband went on:
They are a melting pot, a polyglot, a bunch of differences inhabiting the same space... and they are getting along just fine.
It's a Tucson thing.