The roses cover the airconditioner, which cannot be used while they are there. I have to pull them back and under when it gets really hot. Ugh. Summer in New York. Tropical hardship post.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Roses in the evening
The New Dawn is opening from its farthest end: a cane about twelve feet long that stretches over the sliding door and meets the Iceberg on the other side.
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wow, those are beautiful! i didnt think i was really a 'rose person' but now i also want some!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Frank...no bars yet? Sorry. Can't help it. Bears! Bears!
ReplyDeleteDoc - turned another one, ka-ching! Lol...You can have some in Cape Town :-) Nothing smells better than roses.
how is Don Estorbo feeling?
ReplyDeletebeautiful. the terrace must smell amazing!
ReplyDeleteLisa - hi..he's on the mend, touch wood. Maybe I need the pills and special diet :-)
ReplyDeleteM.heart - it really does smell lovely.
The white ones, close up, remind me of a kind of very delicate white mushroom, wax looking, I can't remember the name... Not a very flattering comparison for a rose I know, but it is to me, as it brings me back to the French woods...
ReplyDeleteVincemt you are so French. See a rose and think mushrooms! :-) Now I'm hungry. Oh, wait. I'm always hungry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful roses. Well, when is a rose not beautiful! And you're right about artificial fertilisers.
ReplyDeleteArtificial/chemical fertilisers are like anti-biotics - quick fix. But they work
ReplyDeleteHen, they work, but they produce awful by proucts which go into the water and air, like fluoride, and scrape strip mines bare, and destroy coral atolls. And that's just the Phosphates...
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