It's not the greatest picture. Most of the roses have had their petals blown away. The shapes and composition are not striking. But, daggonit! There is bright and happy color, something I have missed. The bright pink, purple, and green basked proudly in spring sun.
During this long period of self-isolation, it seemed that the only flowers to be found were at the gardens of the club where I swam during the summer mornings, or at the museum where I sometimes would go for a walk. These caught my eye as I walked from my apartment to the bus stop, just a few feet outside my door.
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Very pretty!
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