Saturday, May 27, 2006

Red Rose

There's something about red roses, not just their own beauty, but all the things they symbolise to us, especially love (human or divine) in its full flowering. The dark crimson ones, with their old fashioned perfume, are my favourites, but I loved this one, rejoicing in the sunshine that is blessing it. It was actually in the rose garden of a Tasmanian strawberry farm where we shared a strawberry sundae for afternoon tea.

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