Pink Rose Memories
Imagine an adventurous and hot day in the glorious Sacramento Old City Cemetery Rose Garden shooting hundreds of pictures (this was in April 2015), and then a seventy mile drive home with two best flower friends. It must have been about 5:00 pm when Susan and I dropped Mary at her doorstep. Mary cheerily invited us to hop out of the car and take a tour of her garden.
Weary me was less than enthusiastic, though I did pause long enough to shoot Mary's pretty side yard on our way to the rosebeds in the back garden.
But then I perked right up when I saw this powder pink rambler by the back gate.
And when the perfect blooms of Sparrieshoop, in the same color palette, presented herself I was at full attention with my camera. The opportunity to frame these blooms on a patch of lime feverfew was good too.
Then the joy of zooming in on the button center of Christopher Marlowe . . .
only to find Color Magic was waiting for me, a few yards away.
Mary has a number of (hard to grow where we live) peonies. Don't you love the blush on this one?
And how about this graceful farewell? I relish catching shots like this.
Thanks so much for the tour Mary and the fabulous photo op!
BACK AT HOME
The pretty pinks followed me . . .
even into the house.
I just loved all these pictures when I first saw them and looked forward to making a post here. It was amazing to get so many good shots in such a short time (especially after a day of intensive shooting in Sacramento). It's almost been a year and hopefully its never too late. Let me know what you think. That is my daughter Anna's knitting with yarn she purchased at the amazing Webster's in Ashland, Oregon.