When I was a toddler–just old enough to walk, I visited my grandfather’s garden and was so attracted to a rose that I did not see the honeybee. I leaned in for more of that rose fragrance. The bee took issue. Right on my nose. I figure it injected into me my undying interest in plants and their flowers. Your photo brought back those memories. Thank you.
Beautiful.
thanks!
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thanks Eliza
Those are beautiful. I never realized how much time and care it takes to grow roses like that until I tried it myself. 😊
🙂 A labor of love!!
Absolutely beautiful!!
Thanks so much Suzette
We don’t have a lot of lush flower gardens here in the high plains desert, so I love seeing them in your pictures
So happy to share it with you Niki. I love this garden.
Love this!
How you manage to express so much of a story in few words and one photo is impressive, Catherine.
thank you so much Jet
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Great poem and image. Grandma.
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Wow! What a beautiful bounty of blossoms!
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Uma beleza! Rosas maravilhosas! E como são da vovó então são especiais.
ah, sim, Tania, concordo totalmente. Todos eles mais especiais porque são da Vovó!!
Such sweetness
thanks for your visit and all your comments Cynthia!
When I was a toddler–just old enough to walk, I visited my grandfather’s garden and was so attracted to a rose that I did not see the honeybee. I leaned in for more of that rose fragrance. The bee took issue. Right on my nose. I figure it injected into me my undying interest in plants and their flowers. Your photo brought back those memories. Thank you.
oh NO! Right on your nose!!! What a brave little boy to not be deterred!!
breath taking