Thank you, Betty. Yes, this is mine. They all are and there are days when the photo is better than others. This rose lived near the back end of my mother’s yard. The weathered fence inspired me and I took many photos there. There was something about this rose, in its perfection, against this fence. Poetic. ♡
I haven’t met a flower I didn’t find beautiful in her own way. This rose sat blooming in front of the weathered fence struck me as sensational, just as she is. Yes, I am emotional, a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. Pitiful, really. Such a waste to perfectly good day.
Enjoy your Friday, Ivor.
Shari, if we were to ever get to have coffee together, please bring your best conversational pieces. Maybe not the first 50 times we meet, but definitely there on after because I am horrible at chattering. I think on that and it seems we’d never be just chattering, would we? I am glad you like the photo, too. 🙂 ♡
awaiting
unfolding 🙂
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There will be a day
Her hope 🙂
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FEW CAN MATCH HER
On display
Hidden in plain sight
Layered words
Sung sweetly
Sister to the nightingale
Redstart and robin
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Please see https://www.rspb.org.uk/birds-and-wildlife/bird-and-wildlife-guides/bird-a-z/n/nightingale/ for maximal enjoyment.
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Hidden, but not to those who choose to see, who know her heart and what it’s capable of in the end. Sister to the nightingale…I love that.
Thank you for this, Ben. Truly.
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I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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Truly, she is strong … and beautiful. You have a way with words, my friend. Thank you for sharing them with the world!
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Thank you, Ms. Debbie. I truly appreciate you.
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stunning, just like a violin!!
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Thank you
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Those last three lines are most powerful!
(And that photo – another of yours? Just beautiful. 💓 )
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Thank you, Betty. Yes, this is mine. They all are and there are days when the photo is better than others. This rose lived near the back end of my mother’s yard. The weathered fence inspired me and I took many photos there. There was something about this rose, in its perfection, against this fence. Poetic. ♡
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Yes, poetic – very much so. You have a good eye for photography!
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Thanks for saying so, Betty
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A flower needs many things to thrive. They can do fine on their own but a loving touch makes a world of difference.
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I couldn’t agree more, C.
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My Lady loved her roses too. You’re a true emotional red-head…
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I haven’t met a flower I didn’t find beautiful in her own way. This rose sat blooming in front of the weathered fence struck me as sensational, just as she is. Yes, I am emotional, a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. Pitiful, really. Such a waste to perfectly good day.
Enjoy your Friday, Ivor.
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Yes , I’m a dreamer , but that’s ok.😊
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Dreamers are inspiring. It’s a good thing. 🙂
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The blush of a rose. Super, Audrey.
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I changed blush to crimson just before setting up the post. Maybe it was a bad idea, seems I took the mvp out of the game. Happy you liked it, Butch.
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No, crimson lets the reader work a little. Good job.
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Thank you 🙂
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Truly lovely Audrey!
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Holly, thank you so much. A few short words, but meaningful all the same.
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)….beautiful poetry!
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You get it right with so few words. Well done, Audrey. Gorgeous photo also.
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Shari, if we were to ever get to have coffee together, please bring your best conversational pieces. Maybe not the first 50 times we meet, but definitely there on after because I am horrible at chattering. I think on that and it seems we’d never be just chattering, would we? I am glad you like the photo, too. 🙂 ♡
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Lovely (photo and thoughts)
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Thank you, Dan. (Glad the coupling worked well)
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