For decades, this was one of the largest rose growing areas in the nation, with dozens of greenhouses lining the road for as far as the eye could see. It had been like that for as long as I could remember, one of the landmarks that stuck in my mind when I was growing up.

A few years ago, cheap flower imports drove them out of business, and the greenhouses stood abandoned for years, growing more drecrepit, as the occosional surviving rose punched through the glass is a quest for rain and light. Now they have all been demolished.