Petals of a pink peony above, and white rose below. Fragrant beauties from my garden. Delicious individually, combined their scent is intoxicating.
Nature has never been silent for me. Nature whispers in my ear all the time, and it is the same thing over and over. It is not "Love." It is not "Worship." It is not "Psst! Dig here!"
Nature whispers, and sometimes shouts, "Beauty, beauty, beauty, beauty."
Sharman Apt Russell
Anatomy of a Rose