Roses are roses are roses

Roses are roses are roses

The light is clear All shadows are deep and soft Summer solstice Nature is humming with joy My garden – my sister – my source Thank you Beautiful soul of the rose
In the morning light

In the morning light

Creating a garden Joy From beginning to end (well, gardens never end, do they?) Our terrace in september morning light In love with this red color that we chose In love with my garden spirit