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Zephy, Creeferter, and Me Talking with my favorite flower —and the neighbor’s kid. By Shannon Smith I once lived in an iris-blue Queen Anne house that was bordered with 20 pink, yellow, and white roses, but that was another lifetime. When my husband died, I took a teaching job in another county, farther west, one that provided teacher housing. The housing was a double-wide trailer, free and sound, but the yard was ridiculously small. There was room for only one rose. It was a tough choice. I decided on Zepherine Drouhin and have never regretted it. Four times in the past 12 years, Zephy 18
