The garden is lovely.
Full of roses.
In beds and planters.
White, red, peach, yellow, pink.
Combinations thereof.
What fragrance too!
Stopping now.
I take more than a minute taking this in. Remembrances…
There are also baskets of annuals.
They look vibrant against the roses.
Purples, reds, yellows, whites.
Cascading.
O so bright!
The bees hum.
Butterflies flutter.
Water gurgles.
There is a slight breeze.
It is a summer day.
Hot.
One of many.
Perfection.
E.M. Roberts
July 5, 2024
- Author: EMR ( Offline)
- Published: October 19th, 2024 16:04
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