A rose in Provence against an old wall.
Ready to bloom.
Rose petal tips.
Stand by me.
A midnight rose flooded with moonlight.
We become our thoughts.
Do you believe that?
A happy note fills the room.
Stories Collected While Living in France
A rose in Provence against an old wall.
Ready to bloom.
Rose petal tips.
Stand by me.
A midnight rose flooded with moonlight.
We become our thoughts.
Do you believe that?
A happy note fills the room.

yes I think we do….
No happiness today. Flowers will be needed for graves in Orlando instead.
Sweet hugs!
My heart is broken…….again.
Lovely meaning and images, Corey
We need more flowers in our hearts and in our minds.
We always need flowers! Funnily enough I wrote a blog post yesterday all about my garden and the benefits of gardening and horitcultural therapy and that it has now been proving that smelling roses and weeding can lower blood pressure and reduce stress levels.
The images are beautiful, but like some of the others, I see only tristesse.
Flowers are love….wonderful photos to remind me that love, must be shared, just as flowers….more sadness to once again remind me how important peace and love are….tears from a broken heart.
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