A Love Story Sep17 by melodylowes Autumn blushes apricot, bears her fruit and ties the knot with Northern breeze and drizzly days, copper-plating fall’s new phase. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
That’s a blushing apricot colour if ever I saw one. It’s gorgeous.
Isn’t it? It’s called ‘Morden Sunrise’ – Morden being the research station it was developed at, in Manitoba, and sunrise being quite self-explanatory. It fades to a gorgeous yellowy-peach, and buds are tipped gold, so it makes quite a splash.
Exquisite. What clever , creative people there must be at Morden.
Much better than ‘Sonata #3″… Some of those classical pieces’ names drive me mad. After the creativity of the amazing music, call it ‘Sonata #3’? Sheesh.
Love the poem and the photo
Thank you so much! 🙂 That rose just puts a big smile on my face…what a gift it gives to the world!
Thank you Sissy! A rose that colour MUST be a love story, don’t you think?
que linda flor 🙂
Thank you! I’m glad that you stopped by… 🙂
Wow-Wonderful, Mel–this is so lovely!!!
Thanks! Except – I thought I had scheduled it for tomorrow. Now I’m too tired to write another. Drat and bother.
Rest assured, the world will keep on turning anyway….
Look! It DID!!
Amazing and true–now if it would just pause and let me off.
Terrific title ~ I imagined a rust-glowing kiln.
Great! I love to hear what someone else’s unique perspective can conjure up for them…
A beutiFALL love story!