I meant to put this up earlier. Taylor and I moved into the house in July of 2011. As I said before, there were a few small, struggling roses along the E side of the fence. Three of them I didnt discover until I was digging around in the bed, but one of them was a scraggly stick poking up about 3 feet with a few leaves and a bud. Well, that one bud blossomed into the most beautiful rose I have ever seen. Of all the rose colors it could have been, this is truly my favorite. It reminds me of a sunset. This poor rose was barely surviving, it looked mostly dead, and yet it blossomed. And it was such a beautiful blossom. I didnt realize it at the time, but its a perfect symbol for the beauty that can come despite hard times.
I just wanted to put up a few pictures of it, because I thought it was so beautiful.
These pics are not the greatest, they were taken with my phone.
The first is in the daylight, after it had rained. I did not touch it up at all, and the settings were not tweaked at all, and I did not use the flash. This is the truest color of the rose.
These two were on different evenings after it had rained. I arrived home and saw how beautiful it was, and had to take a pic. I did use the flash on these, so the color is a little off. But I still think they are pretty.
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