I don't know my roses. The roses I am attracted to are ramblers with little red flowers and small, medium-green leaves that I rarely see anymore. A neighbour, Sandra, has a number of roses, more than anyone else in the neighbourhood, like the one above, a photo taken the other day, in the evening, the sun setting on it and nothing else. It's fire when that happens, and this rose came that way.
No comments:
Post a Comment