Wild roses, growing in profusion along the roadside, spilling over, brambling in the ditches. Deep carmines, pale lavendars, fuchsias, thulians. A diversity of pinks coexisting for my pleasure.
The lifting of humidity and an ever-so-gentle breeze on a lovely hot day.
Thunder storms. Rolling rumbly in the distance. Familiar. Comforting and exciting all at once.
posted by Wendy
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June 27, 2009 at 2:42 pm
RobFitness
Sounds like quite a beautiful day if you ask me. Love the smell of roses as well as that air when a storm is approaching. We had a little storm here and I just sat under the gazebo and enjoyed the sounds and beauty of it all.
It was reassuring.
I’m glad you got my comments there. It could have been because I did change my e-mail address with word press and it didn’t recognize who I was
I was having a rough day and I just thought everybody might have been mad at me. So refreshing to hear that your not
Well I need to get some rest. Just checking in to say Hi and wishing you a great week-end.
Take care and enjoy.. ((HUGS))
June 28, 2009 at 5:42 am
Wendy
Watching a storm can be a great stress reliever. Sounds like you had a great seat for watching.
We all have times when we aren’t so self-assured. Its a good thing that you are able to ask what’s going on.
I hope you are well rested — your weekend isn’t far off.