Today I'd like to share a few of my favorite roses I've captured with my camera. You can click on the photos to enlarge them, if you'd like.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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5 comments:
So pretty, Janie. I adore full blown roses that look soft, like the petals are about to drop. I don't think I've ever seen one quite like the one with that "peppermint" type center with the striated red color. Thanks for sharing these with us.
XO,
Sheila :-)
Absolutely beautiful pictures. I love roses.
Molly
These are all just magical marvels---as all flowers are. I wonder why roses have such a delightful connotation for us---and yours are certainly evocative of lovely Summer days and pretty dresses and lemonade in a shady nook.
The 4th of July I've not seen before; she really DOES fly the Stars and Stripes!
I've always been a Pink Rose person---lush and full-blown, to the tiniest tea rose blooms. At my house in Mississippi is a hedge of old roses, the fifth generation. My Mammaw took cuttings to her house from the homeplace where she was raised, and we got slips from them for our house of my raising.
Then, when I had my own home, I spent the entire afternoon the day before DS#1 was born, bending over and digging little holes to put in the stems to root. Quite a few bushes from that endeavor survived these many years.
The most beautiful part, though, is that almost the entire cemetery where my grandparents and all their ancestors are buried is just a mass of pink rosebushes, cuttings transplanted for a hundred years from their beginnings on a few of the graves, descendants of the big bushes at the house where Mammaw was born.
I'm quite partial to the orange and yellow ones! I'll have a dozen for my table, please!
I am in awe, not only by the variety of exquisite roses, but by the way you captured their beauty!
I hope you are back to full health and able to snap all those late Spring beauties before they fade.
With my very best heartfelt wishes,
Merisi
(School leaves me little time to visit my blog friends, but it is the more joyful when I manage to catch up. Your place, as always, is sheer heaven!)
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