Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Moss rose growing between the patio stones. Their color takes my breath. They wait for the sun all snugly closed. But as soon as the sun peeks over the horizon they burst into bloom you can almost hear them say good morning. These were my great grand father's favorite flower all of those who knew him said he planted them everywhere. I can understand his feelings after seeing these in bloom. Click on the picture to see a larger version.

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