Another Summer's Day

 "A  delicate fabric of bird song floats in the air. The smell of wet wild earth is everywhere..." -Sara Teasdale

And the roses........oh the roses.

The coast mountains  are Azure these days.

Rising above the passage

Even when the days are misty.

New roses, like the Tropicana Rose, have started billowing out over their pots.

 And Spencer can scarce veil his eagerness , every day, to hunt for rats.

 Lincoln Rose   blooms huge.

 Petals fluttering in compact dish plates.

 Then unfurls  like a sail .

 And droops its head as it  wilts .

Only one is left to rear its head on tall stalks.

 As the sun sets past 10 pm over the mountains into the sky

There is a caravan of lavender

And the Peace Rose Still blooms,far past some of the others.

 "And I meet, coming thru the dews..." -Emily Dickinson

 Another rose blooming in the dusk.

 Another Summer's Day.....

 "When Beauty grows too great to beat how shall I ease me of its ache, For beauty more than bitterness makes the heart break..."
                                              -Sara Teasdale

Photographs 2018