I never quite know how a large bouquet will evolve.
I put this together outside on the lawn in the front garden. James Mason rests on the stool with valerian. Graham Thomas, Frances Dubreiul, Common Moss, Maggie, and William Baffin are some of the roses. The dark aquilegia was a nice surprise all fresh and lovely- bouquet ready!
Promise to live your life as a revolution and not just a process of evolution.
~ Anthony J. D'Angelo
Photographers must be flexible. Often in a moment's notice, change is required. Roses are flexible too and will take on, as well as put up with, infinite changes. They serve all our whims so willingly. Yet again, roses posed and fulfilled my photo dreams. I don't want to get too serious. I'm just grateful that they are generous, and now especially, since the first frost has come to the garden. These were taken a couple of weeks ago.
The stars in this post are Monsieur Tillier, Poulsen's Pearl, Belle Story, Phyllis Bide, Safrano, Perle d'Or.
It's so much fun to make up characters, situations, and everything else about a story. I have so much freedom and flexibility to do whatever I want.
~ Margaret Haddix
These same roses enjoyed a little showing off the other day.
Well, they're back for one more try, with a few new additions.
Redcoat joins the group- it's an old David Austin rose.
I barely showed you the garden greens I was using in the last post. Here they are up close. The small rose leaf canes are Petite Pink Scotch. The large hips in the bucket are from the rose, Kathleen.
The deodora cedar cones, that look like roses, are saved from an aged tree we had to take down due to branch drop. It's special to have these small remants from what was once a huge garden presence. The next image is chocolate pelargonium- this along with mint pelargonium have become staples in the floral industry in the last few years. Their leaves take up space elegantly and add a bit of drama. The silvery eleagnus is one of my garden treasures and it lasts really well in bouquets. The small hips are from The Gift. The fat juicy hips are from a rugosa rose.
Someone asked me if the yellow-leafed shrubs shown in my fall post are roses. No, here are their fruits.
Intimacy like this is part of the joy in playing with nature.