And yes, you can infer by this that I’m also facetiously and metaphorically referring to myself.
My camera’s eye followed this beautiful rose’s life on a newly transplanted bush from conception to senectitude (my new fave word.)
As the petals were soon to loosen, wrinkle, fade, and drop, the next gen formed.
The story of Princess Rosebud.
SIGH.
(Slideshow gallery of photos.)
Old English garden roses are my favourite and you’ve done a fab job with this
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Thank you! They get old just like me lol!
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How beautiful and agree that you did a great job!
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Thank you! I’m trying to take good pics!
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That’s a new word for me. I love the rose! 🙂
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Roses are beautiful even as they age, just as in our own way, we all are. Love the picture and the word. 🙂
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Thank you! FYI did you see that it was a gallery and there were about a dozen pics (just didn’t want you to miss the younger versions :))
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Very nice. 🙂
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