Freshly cut garden roses, handpicked from a friend’s garden
in Carmel just a week ago. The
colors, the texture and naturally the smell. I cut this grouping and then enjoyed them for days on
my desk. They have since died and
they are only a memory. Beauty and
inspiration come in some many places.
I am always surprised when things happen that trigger a memory. Growing up in Los Angeles, we had
dozens and dozens of rose bushes.
There was a white picket fence with roses climbing all over them. When they were in full bloom it was
really one of the most beautiful sights.
I remember there always being bunches of cut roses all around the house.
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Lovely
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Grant those memories of growing up and the florals in the yard never go away. We had so many peonies, hollyhocks, lilies of the valley, many more, all precious too me!
xoxo
Karena
Art*by*Karena
I love the smell of roses, romance is in the air.
After many years of denial I have finally accepted that roses, though perhaps cliché, are my favorite flowers!
Lovely!!
Xo Terri
i can smell them from here... even with my nasty cold!
made me smile... thank you grant. xx
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