Rose Bush

One of my favourite things about Easter is all the yellow. Such a happy colour. When I walked into my Dad’s house yesterday and saw these roses in the hallway I had no doubt I’d use them in a photo. I already knew yellow roses were a symbol of friendship as I bought a yellow rose bush for a good friend’s 40th birthday a couple of years ago, but looking at a site about flowers earlier I also discovered that in many Eastern cultures yellow represents joy, wisdom and power. Friendship and joy, wisdom and power. Perfect!  

Sinful Sunday

Summer came calling…

The Dandelion’s pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas —

The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower, —
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o’er.

Emily Dickinson

How glorious is it when you feel the sun on your naked skin for the first time after the long cold dark months? Today I snoozed, leafed through the papers and played with dandelions. It’s still only spring, but today it felt like summer came calling to remind us what joy there is to come…

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Sinful Sunday

Perched 

Me: ‘Do we need a haiku to go with your photo tomorrow?’ Imagines some dreamy words about woods and windows and castles…

19 Syllables:

For God’s sake, please don’t
Force me to write a haiku
About my own arse.

Me: ‘Hahahahahahahahahaha’

19 Syllables: ‘Am I off the hook? I don’t have to faff about with peachy, perched and folly anymore? Hooray!’

I love this woman!!

@19syllables by me.

Febraury Photofest
Sinful Sunday

Peachy 

I’m taking part in Molly’s February Photofest this year. For the last week or two I’ve been busy working on 28 photos for 28 days. I’ve decided to make my February Photofest entirely black and white so I’ve been pushing contrast, accentuating shadows and wondering how dark is too dark? As an antidote, today I decided to go for colours so light and soft they’re almost pastel. So, here, clad in white lace, is my peachy arse.

Sinful Sunday