13 May 2009

Wordless Wednesday...

...and the aroma Foolsewoode has been surrounded in all week...






Well, mostly wordless anyway...

These heirloom Victorian roses are growing like crazy on the West 40. I did not plant them, but I do water them when they need it. They are a delight every year both for the color and the amazing fragrance (seeing as they've about bred the smell out of roses...it's just dreamy to stand out in the yard and inhale. Well mostly...the pollen is a little much. Just sayin') and wouldn't you know that they grow like weeds under the pine trees, with all the little hens and chicks tiptoeing in between them...

Almost nothing grows under pine trees.

3 comments:

flutter said...

beautiful, Sadira. I might totally have to take you up on a visit, it is already hellish down here

Granny J said...

Are those the same yellow roses that line up out front of the Sharlot Hall grounds -- and untended out in Skull Valley? The ones that LindaG calls the Henderson roses?

meggie said...

Yellow roses are my absolute favourites, & if they have perfume too... Bliss!!
I cant believe they are thriving under pine trees... those needles must be good for something, besides being slides for kids!

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