A rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart. ~ unknown
I seriously love and adore roses. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s their delicately spiraled up petals. Maybe it’s their gentle fragrance. I don’t even mind their thorns. I just seriously love and adore roses. SuperGuy planted 3 rose bushes for me this year. :love: I can see them from my kitchen window. They bloom and bloom. Love them.
I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself.
I can even find purple in almost any flower!
See? Purple. I rest my case. It’s everywhere. Calling my name. Begging to be captured. It is not my fault!!
Yes, this is surely purple. Probably pretty but I don’t really like them. They have taken over the flowerbed and they attract all kinds of flying bugs. What’s up with that? SuperGuy has promised we don’t have to have them again next year. Good. they are monstrous too. They hide my pretty rose bushes. You remind him next spring. None of the cockscomb, okay?
SuperGuy is always trying to outdo me on the photography…
Like this hummingbird. Hey, I never see hummingbirds out on our flowers! I’m going to have to take a chair outside and just sit and stalk the humming birds.
Or this pretty butterfly. (well, he got some other bugs too, but I refused to look at them and process them. I don’t do bugs.)
More hummingbird…doggoneit!
Last, but not least, a pretty Althea flower.
He’s quite the photographer, isn’t he? :love: You know I have to go out and capture a hummingbird photo now, don’t you??
I so need to put some photo processing software on his laptop so he can process his own photos. Then I’ll set him up on Facebook. Then he can enter this century…. :crazy:
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