Thorns

In spring and winter.

Stacks of petals

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

Bees and blooms

Some random images taken this morning. Despite the heat, the bees are still busy and the flowers are still blooming.

New thorns

Red like the blood they'll soon draw.

Bees and roses

Not sure what the previous gardener put in the soil, but I've never seen roses grow so well ... These are from the front garden - growing out of control.