a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking
at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not
what.
- The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy
My favorite "Irish Cream" rose...
and my next favorite climbing red roses.....
1 comment:
Gorgeous. Kim, what happened to the bracelet blog? Sniff.
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