I am definitely NOT a morning person. Looking over my digital photo files it’s clear from the available data that almost none of the images were captured before 8am. One of the few exceptions is this picture taken at 7:48am as we were driving through Custer State Park in South Dakota. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being up and about at the crack of dawn. When I am, I usually think to myself, “This is great! I should do it more often!” But doing and saying are two entirely different things.
Going back to the pre-digital photo files, I’m pretty sure this one was taken quite early in the morning at Virginia Beach. We had arrived the day before on the heels of a tornado, literally. The drive in had been long, hazardous and nerve-wracking and by the time we arrived at the hotel we were exhausted. But you know how it is. Sometimes you get over-tired and just can’t sleep. After a restless night I was happy to just get up, go out on the balcony and get some fresh air. This was the sight that greeted me.
Not that I haven’t had to get up with the lark out of necessity. Many years ago when I worked for a flower wholesaler the hours were brutal! We needed to get the flowers processed and out the door while they were still a damned-sight perkier than I felt. Anyone who tells you that working with flowers is fun hasn’t stood for hours on end stripping thorns from rose stems! I much prefer the roses that grow in my garden, such as this one pictured at 7:41am. Sorry folks! That’s as early as this bird gets!
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Ailsa’s Travel Theme challenge on Where’s My Backpack? at http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/11/22/travel-theme-fragrant/ is Fragrant.
So many of life’s fleeting fragrances remind me of my early years back home in England. These pictures represent some of those happy memories.
A fragrant memory of roses after the rain as Mum and I walked to my grandmother’s house from the bus stop in Twickenham.
The fragrant odor of fresh-ground coffee beans that greeted us at the door of our favorite restaurant in Folkestone.
The perfume of lilacs in the Spring. Now, in May, I make my annual pilgrimage to Lilacia Park in Lombard, a perfect time to catch that delightful fragrance.
Leaves; not just leaves but burning leaves. That wonderful smell of autumnal garden bonfires.
Sue’s Word A Week Challenge on A Word In Your Ear at http://suellewellyn2011.wordpress.com/2013/11/01/a-word-a-week-challenge-two/ is Two.
Going through my image files I find that I have taken quite a few pictures of people and things in twos. The shot above was captured at the butterfly exhibit in the Chicago Botanic Garden.
These two little guys were waiting for me on the back doorstep one day.
Two Japanese ladies who were gracious enough to pose for pictures after performing a charming tea ceremony at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
Two elk watching us watching them in Elk Grove, Illinois.
Two roses in the gardens of Catigny in Wheaton, Illinois.
A few of my favorite rose shots, taken here at home and at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
Not the easiest things to grow but so well worth the effort!
One of my dearest memories of England is the smell of roses after a rain shower.
An old garden favorite, the rose Abraham Darby, brightens up the day with its frilly blossoms.