Aware
by Joey Richardson
There was no need to stop and smell the roses. I was aware of them everywhere, their spring perfume filling the house, the dew on their petals reminding me of new beginnings.
Roses from my front yard, photographed on my kitchen table.
Bella Blue Press 
Reblogged this on TAM's Garden and commented:
Words can barely describe the beauty.
Hi TAM – what a lovely thing to say, thank you. It’s amazing how such a simple thing – a rose from the garden – can be so special. Cheers!