This is one of my favorites because it reminds me of those old fashioned roses in still life paintings from the 1900s. My granny had one of those prints and I remember it vividly. It was a mixed bouquet with petals falling on the table, and a bee on one of the blossoms. My granny also loved roses and had a beautiful little rose garden on the side of her house. I remember following her around as she tended it, amazed at the beautiful things growing there. I've been told that I broke off several unopened buds when I was a small child and I can't believe she didn't lock me in the basement for it. But she didn't, and they developed new buds, and she must have forgiven me. I think. I hope. I'm so sorry Granny. I like that about my memory; I tend to remember the good stuff and forget the bad. Isn't it funny how a bunch of roses brought all that out?
P.S. I walked today; 60 minutes/6036 steps.