“Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.” ~Alphonse Karr

Well...

I seem to have an abundance of floral photos - yet again.  At this point, that doesn't really bother me.  Of course, it didn't bother me before (during my academic stint), but I hardly ever shared those photos during class time (due to my "trite-ness").  I worked at a wholesale florist for 9 years, so I had ample opportunity to shoot photos of absolutely gorgeous flowers from across the globe.  And if you ever think about it, observe the absolute beauty of a flower.  Consider the fact that the perfection emerges from a tiny seed, or bulb, or rhizome, or cutting. 

How does it know how to do that??

That's too deep of a question to attempt at this hour of the night...

Roses are my all-time favorite.  I've seen photos from the growing farms in South America.  Holy crap.  I would love to visit there!  (Aside from the whole drug cartel thingy...)  For now, I'll just pause, take in their beauty and share my (well - one of them) obsession.

A Red, Red Rose

By Robert Burns

 

O my Luve is like a red, red rose

   That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody

   That’s sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

   So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

   Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

   And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

   While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!

   And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

   Though it were ten thousand mile.

 

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