Lilies in my mother’s front garden.… Read the rest...

Roses – More of my favorite. Climbing roses growing on the fence at a city park.… Read the rest...

I love four-leaf clovers, but when I found this one in the back yard, it was the first time I was ever compelled to leave one alone instead of picking it.It grew just beside the patio out back and was a good inch and a half across. It was bright… Read the rest...

By evening, the rose’s color has saturated it completely. The base of each petal remains a soft ivory color, but the petals are filled with a rich pink that’s so deep it’s almost red. It doesn’t look like the same flower, but it is. And with that, I’ve officially been… Read the rest...

By mid-afternoon, my creamy-white roses have taken on the prettiest pink blush, a lovely shade that grows darker toward the tips of the petals. The outermost petals, those that were pink-touched on the rosebud, grow darker still.… Read the rest...

The morning the roses out front bloom fully, the outermost petals are pale pink, while the inside is creamy yellow-white. Throughout the day, though, the flowers go through the most curious change.… Read the rest...

There’s an old rose planted in the garden in front of my house. It came with the house, so I don’t know how old it is, but it undergoes the most beautiful transformation every time one of the pink buds blooms. They promise to be a bright, hot pink blossom,… Read the rest...