Thursday, May 29, 2008

Late May

I'm not sure there's anything more quietly beautiful to me. Roses in water. Complicated old English blooms, something from a Dutch still life. These are my roses, not stolen from the corner...Abraham Darby, from the pot high on the terrace wall.


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