I frequently zero in on the magnificence of a single flower and I do enjoy that kind of intimate study of a particular color and form. But often the beauty comes in the combination of elements – the layering and the contrasts. Sometimes I have to remind myself to step back and take it ALL in.
Climbing roses strike me as easy-going, natural beauties. They seem to thrive on their wildness, sprouting tender blooms among their tousled vines in random abundance. Standard roses appear fussy, by comparison, almost manicured atop their prickly bushes. Of course, all roses are lovely…but I’m particularly smitten with the free spirits.