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Sunday, 10 April 2016
Memories
Even when late roses have dropped their petals they still have a certain charm. Is it just the memory of what they once were? Or are the stems and leaves and heart still there to give us joy?
Wonderful poem and a lovely arrangement of blooms. Thank you for visiting me. Thank you very much for sharing with Today's Flowers, and I wish you a happy weekend.
In your fotos we can see how beautiful nature is. In the face of the dead she is still as lovely as she was at her first day. I love the faces of nature all time. Thank you for showing us with this wonderful shots. Marion
Your poem is lovely and your pictures are poetry. The prickly wild roses that grow so profusely in my neck of the woods might be called “rosa acicularis” but that is just a guess. :)
Your photos are stunning! I am a gardener and love my flowers. Thanks for these beauties!
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ReplyDeleteLiebe Grüße, Karin
Love your poem that goes with these beautiful photos Joanna. Thanks for sharing them :)
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way about flowers, especially my dahlia bud remains. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteAuch der Verfall der Blüte ist noch sehr schön.
ReplyDeleteLiebe Grüße, Karin
Wonderful poem and a lovely arrangement of blooms. Thank you for visiting me. Thank you very much for sharing with Today's Flowers, and I wish you a happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteIn your fotos we can see how beautiful nature is. In the face of the dead she is still as lovely as she was at her first day. I love the faces of nature all time. Thank you for showing us with this wonderful shots. Marion
ReplyDeleteYour poem is lovely and your pictures are poetry. The prickly wild roses that grow so profusely in my neck of the woods might be called “rosa acicularis” but that is just a guess. :)
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