Tuesday, June 6. 2006

Wild Roses

The wild roses are in full bloom now. They have been for a few days but I have been too busy to get a picture. I made the time and got one yesterday. Everything seems more fragrant this year. More than usual. Wish I could link the smell, they are very sweet this year. Taken 6/5/2006.

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We saw a lot of these over in eastern Washington. They are so sweet.

#1 Bonita (Homepage) on 2006-06-06 11:52 (Reply)

Ssm, your pictures are sure creating some strong, nostalgic feelings for this old boy who grew up in the short grass country. I still have your wild plum blossoms as my computer screen background. Also the other day one of your postings seemed to show some sweet clover with a sprinkling of sweet sage. The aroma of this combination when you were sitting close to the cutter bar on the old horse- drawn mower was another smell that I'll never forget. I note that all your pictures seem to be copyrited and with a dire warning about reproduction. Are you gonna sue me?

#2 Cliff Peterson on 2006-06-06 12:46 (Reply)

I just have the copyright there for my protection. I have no problem with people using them on their desktop. I just want protection from commercial use.

#2.1 Sarpy Sam (Homepage) on 2006-06-06 18:59 (Reply)

Lovely photo - ours are blooming, too. They tell me here that the river is at its peak when the wild roses are blooming. What if you're not near a river?

#3 moos (Homepage) on 2006-06-06 17:18 (Reply)

I guess they bloom when they are damn well ready.

#3.1 Sarpy Sam (Homepage) on 2006-06-06 18:57 (Reply)

Twas the scent of blossoms that made me think.
What most important date did I blink?
The long lost look of that momma cow told me why,
Find a florist,do or die.
Thirty miles from town, no florist to be found. Mother nature, your way I'm bound.
wild roses, buttercups all, a little paint brush, I need you all.
Honey, for you, look what I found,
Tonight dinners on me we have reservations in town.
I'm skating on ice and throwing the dice.
Every time I see an IGA, I'm reminded I need a PDA so that that when the blossoms bloom, I am not doomed.

Poet at the Four Aces

#4 IMALGMF (Homepage) on 2006-06-06 22:43 (Reply)

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