Canvas primed, paint pots cracked, petals sketched, brushes blacked. Palette picked, colours mixed; garden Artist, I’m transfixed.
Canvas primed,
paint pots cracked,
petals sketched,
brushes blacked.
Palette picked,
colours mixed;
garden Artist,
I’m transfixed.
Very Lovely, Melody!! So, I hovered–I’m pretty sure it’s a rose; is its name Morden Sunrise, or is that just the name of the file?
Yippee! This is indeed a rose named Morden Sunrise – isn’t that a great name for this one? ‘Morden’ refers to the Manitoba research station it was developed in.
Ahhh, nice. So much to learn, so little my brain cells…
You too? I’ve had Junior Alzheimer’s for years already. My cells are pretty slippery characters – if they don’t see a valid reason for hanging on to something, they let it slip!
I’m so laughing–Jr Alz!! Me too–for years I’ve made notes–and then can’t find the dang notes! Eventually they surface, and I wonder what the heck they mean–mostly I just laugh. What else can we do??
You just have to laugh – it’s the only way. There are some perks – like trying on a jacket I haven’t worn for a while and being incredibly and genuinely shocked to find a $20 bill in the pocket? You simply can’t beat it! 🙂
Hey, now that’s a bountiful blessing, indeed!!
Amazing image, blended with beautiful words,, making a wonderful poem…very nice!
Thank you, Wendell!
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?