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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, old Time is still a-flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.
Robert Herrick

for Life in Colour: white and Cee’s Flower of the Day

Pre-Thanksgiving at Descanso Gardens wasn’t as verdant as spring or summer, but the rose garden was, if not in full bloom, at least in blooming health. There was a choice of colors but today’s color is yellow, just for Jude and the flower is for Cee’s FOTD.

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
― Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Thanks to Arthur Conan Doyle, The Naval Treaty for the quote in the title.

Despite the severe lack of moisture, there were still flowers in our part of France. Centaurea jacea or brown (where’s the brown???) knapweed (not a very attractive name) looks like a Dr. Seuss flower to me. 🙂

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Just a much-needed bit of color for a winter day.  We’ve been having a lot of grey skies but without the joy (to me) of some lovely snow to brighten things up.  And yesterday we had high winds, too.  But I know spring isn’t too far away and maybe we’ll get some more snow before then.  🙂

Here’s another rose from Los Gaviotas, Baja California. Can’t you just feel the softness? May your Friday be this beautiful.

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2017 was a good year for roses. Climbing roses were everywhere, some climbing two stories.  They were gorgeous!  This spray was somewhat smaller, but it was beautiful and in a place where we could stop so I could get a photo.  🙂

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These days, I’m not sure “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” is true.  Many of today’s hybrid roses have no scent at all, something that brings me much sadness.  It’s true that they’re still beautiful, but appealing to only one sense is not nearly as wonderful as touching both sight and smell.

Although you can’t smell these French roses, (I haven’t figured out how to add smell to my posts, yet), I hope you enjoy the sight of them.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

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Age gracefully.

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Sorry if I didn’t get to your blog yesterday.  Lots going on in these last days before I leave, including a big mulching job, errands, picking up (but not filling out yet) job applications for fall, etc., etc.  Life just gets in the way sometimes.  🙂