A quiet, wet spring morning on my enchanted garden, with only the company of the yellow tanager and, floating in the cool air, the promise of the softest pink New Dawn climbing roses, like billows of hoop skirts. ...can hardly wait!
Early morning in the garden
Wednesday, June 1, 2011 A quiet, wet spring morning on my enchanted garden, with only the company of the yellow tanager and, floating in the cool air, the promise of the softest pink New Dawn climbing roses, like billows of hoop skirts. 
