I don't know how it began--my love affair with orange roses. I'm usually a tulip kind of girl. I guess, perhaps, it might be akin to Holly Golightly thinking diamonds looked simply divine on older women. Roses just have be "grown into." :)
The sunrise over my godethia flowers. Shipped in from Ecudor, these pinkish delights open up to look almost like a poppy.
My salvia is spreading. That sounds almost dirty. :)
The "Orange Crush" climber...and my husbands says my fingernails look like the Sidney Opera House. (I wasn't pleased.) :)
Have a great day, ya'll, and as always,
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Good day to you! What lovely photographs.
This makes me miss our orange roses in AZ - they were the only ones without a scent, and I remember thinking they must be special because loved for their vibrant color only. Also - your nails are lovely! Mine are stubby as only a fiddler's can be - with peeling, weeks old denim blue nail varnish :)
Hey, Keetha and Megan! :) Megan, have you gotten your Mucha yet? :) Mailed them your way last week...
No not yet! I will be on the watch for it...:)
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