‘Would you tell me,†said Alice, a little timidly, ‘why you are painting those roses?â€

Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a low voice, ‘Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, weâ€re doing our best, afore she comes, to—â€

A huge bouquet of squished rose petals: Bulgarian rose, Somalian rose, Turkish rose, Damascus rose, red and white rose, tea rose, wine rose, shrub roses, rose, rose, rose…
…and just an itty bitty bit of green grass.

Turkish delight. And maybe some roses. But a lot of Turkish delight really. Not for me.