Thursday, September 30, 2010

Burnaby Mountain 3: Wet Roses Part 1

I decided I had to do these roses in two parts so you can take your time with these knowing there are more coming.  These are especially for Catherine who's getting well. 


















2 comments:

  1. How do you do this? I can smell each of these individually as if they were in my house!

    My grandfather grew and tended roses. We'd fly out from Fairbanks a few times when I lived there and I'd spend hours in his garden, closing my eyes and figuring out if I knew where I was by the roses I was smelling. I knew each of them.

    Almost 20 years ago I got tossed from a horse and lost my sense of smell. (My brother enjoyed telling people that I had brain damage after that!) It was just whacked and I sometimes look at something and smell something completely different. When I look at these roses, I remember my grandfather's roses and their smells.

    He and my grandmother lived in Seattle, so you are close. They are probably similar breeds. How is it that I cannot smell the chicken that I am making for tomorrow yet I look at these pictures and feel like my house is bursting with their fragrance? :) Thank you for posting them!

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  2. Yes, I can smell them too, although I don't know their names, it was like the fragrance came right through the computer. My parents both loved roses, so the smell of a home-grown rose is comforting and delightful.
    Thank you so much! And Happy Birthday J!
    Your healing-up friend C.

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