Roses

The roses are beginning to wiggle free of their buds and reach for the sunshine and warmth. They sway in the morning breezes and drip- drip-drop morning dew like leaky cups. They invite bumblebees. They call for passersby to stop and smell their special fragrances. “New,” they call out, “try our finest seasonal perfumes. Don’t miss out.”

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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