The romance of roses...
These pale pink beauties are gracing my parent's garden. What was a mere stem a year ago has transformed into an arch of scented pink.
Not quite a rose but striking nonetheless. Strong colours are wonderfully visceral.
Last year, or it might have been the year before, my mum gave me their rose plant as they had put a new one in. Again, from a little stem with roots a colourful vista has made itself at home in front of our ' pigsty '.
A red siren enjoying a morning's breeze among the blades of grass.
A shadowy stage presence!
A yellow rose at start of a row of vine is more than a symbol of beauty...the wine farmers use the health of the roses as an indicator for the health of the soil...
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