Word petals...
gathered and dried...

Looking Sideways

I like watching people stop to read this and then I try to read the expression on their face...

The explanation....

The sign on the fence read:















It's an attempt and I was going to edit it.
It's also gone from the fence already.
Time for it to be replaced by something else.
And many of the rose words have had their blooms blown away by wet and wind.
More than half gone...More to come...

Peace.
Fragrant Cloud. Duftwolke. Nuage Parfumé.
Cocktail. Rinascimento.
Mignon. Gloire de Dijon.
Gruss an Teplitz. Eglantine. Red Moss Rambler. Mousseline.
Reine des Violettes. Bermuda Mystery.
Climbing Bourbon. Ispahan. Peace.
Garden Party. Double Delight. Soleil d'Or.
Rödhätte. Dainty Maid.
Tuscan Sun. Comanche. Montezuma. Tequila Sunrise.
Rouletti. Petite de Hollande. Mollineaux.
Wife of Bath. Red Fairy.
Explorer. Parkland. Emily Carr. Felix Leclerc.
Climbing Peace. Compassion.
Mermaid. Missoni. Breeze Hill.
Stainless Steel. Shot Silk.
Absolutely Fabulous. 
Hot Cocoa. All My Love.
Aladin. Amberlight. Apricot Scentasia.
Beehive Gold. Black Jade. Brilliant Pink Iceberg. Blue Moon. Blackberry Nip.
Best Friend. Birthday Present.
Glorious. Happy Child.
Eye Opener. Lest We Forget. High Hopes.
Crepuscule. Night Time.
Dear One. Erotica.
Land of the Long White Cloud. Serendipity.
Thank You. Violet Hill.
Luminous. Old Port.
Burgundy Iceberg.
Racy Lady. Red Flame.
Purplicious. Moody Blues.

A rose

is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...

 It was clear and cold in the morning...

 Wet and white in the night.

Hopeful names

 Always more hopeful

















                                                                                              Inviting delight

Something good to come

Something hard to describe

Consider...

 Ditto'd pages. Rusty staples. 

A spring snow dusts the yard 
and slicks the streets.

Advice for the would-be rosarian 
never goes out of fashion.

As evocative in black and white as they are in colour.

The Question is: What unites these words?

There's a bit of a spring drizzle outside, maybe just enough to encourage them to bloom. These words herald not just spring but early summer, they are a bouquet gathered from a human pastime whose end result is joy and beauty, not suffering and destruction.
Would that all human endeavours had as their aim something so ephemeral and sweet....