Roses are Real…

Last week I shared the story of getting caught in the rain on the way home.  Here is a little photo story of the rose garden I came upon right before the rain began.

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I believe my discovery of this beautiful rose garden goes nicely with Bikeyface’s idea that riding a bike is a great way to connect with the real world.

Happy Biking!

  • Annie Angello

    Not to be a pain or anything, but your saddle looks like it could use a coat of Proofide – mine was in similar shape recently and I had an incident with a minor water stain. Could just be the picture, though.

  • LovetoRide

    The Roses are beautiful, just like you.

  • ladyfleur

    Dottie in dots! Love the brown dotted dress.

  • Fred Smith

    Nice, and your bike picked up a daffodil too :-)

  • paul

    Thank you for sharing this beautiful garden its awesome!!

  • Sarah J

    Roses are red,Violets are blue,Sugar is sweet,And so are you.

  • Kevin

    To show love we give a red rose, This everyone knows…

    And so wothin a field of roses I see you

    Not as a rose…

    As a single dasiy among the thorns.

    A simple beautiful flower that is more than love

    She is my friend

    And so, to me, you stand apart.

    Unique and beautiful.

    A daisy within a field of roses.

    So in a field of deep red and fake love

    there stands one

    out of many, I see you

    Not as a rose…

    as a single daisy that touched my heart .

  • Name

    Roses
    by George Eliot

    You
    love the roses – so do I. I wish
    The sky would rain down roses, as they
    rain
    From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
    Then all the valley would
    be pink and white
    And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
    As
    feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
    Like sleeping and like waking, all
    at once!

  • l*

    The red rose whispers of passion,
    And the white rose breathes of love;
    Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
    And the white rose is a dove.

    But I send you a cream-white rose bud
    With a flush on its petal tips;
    For the love that is purest and sweetest
    Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
    ~ John Boyle O’Rielly 1844-1890