If you tickle the earth with a hoe she laughs with a harvest.
It's hard to believe that harvests like this are a daily occurence now. Was there ever a winter? I don't remember.
Painted Lady sweet peas seem to take a shine to Monsieur Tillier Tea roses.
Some look like they're either praying, or they have their hands lightly folded on their chests.
Others have wings.
Many come in a group with an obvious leader.
Others resemble domes in Russia.
Many arrive solo.
Older varieties often have frills.
For still others, there are no words . . .
On a dark overcast morning, a few weeks ago, rose buds had their turn. Surely they too deserve to be center stage. Bundled in beauty–– they hold great gifts.
Note how many greens tint the backgrounds–– most all from rose leaves.
Orange is red brought nearer to humanity by yellow.
Usually I pull them like weeds. Poppies this color have been considered imposters in my garden for years. Only ivory California poppies are allowed here, because they look so good with roses. This year, though, I had to photograph these two (I almost let them stay). Their vibrant centers-- their color–– and so much more––