A rose by any other name...

There they were...

last weeks roses from the shop, extras left over from a wedding...

and I, the lucky one who got to take them home...

The variety is...actually I don't remember ...

But as William Shakespeare once wrote...

'What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;'

So true dear Billy!

These beauties are heavenly, taking us to a garden on a warm summers evening...

...to gaze upon the apricot and peach hues, we are transported to a romantic time,

...each petal unfurling in its own glory,

...revealing yet one more way that a thing can swirl,

...and curl

  ...the collection of all the petals become a symphony of soft ruffles

Oh to be minuscule and dive inside!!

Even in sepia tone they're simply irresistible!

 as the petals fall, there is poetry as well...

I just could go on and on and take hundreds more photos...

But for now I bid you adieu...leaving you to imagine the scent of summer...