...She is 25, nearly 26, always...

Difficult to believe it's been 7 years.

Thomas Edwin Mostyn (British, 1864-1930)
Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May,1899
Oil on canvas ; 36 x 60 inches
Rehs Galleries

(reposted from elle_belle10's FB pg)

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Robert Herrick, 1591 - 1674

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.

( The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,... )

О ней поют поэты всех веков.
Нет в мире ничего нежней и краше,
Чем этот сверток алых лепестков,
Раскрывшийся благоуханной чашей.

Как он прекрасен, холоден и чист, -
Глубокий кубок, полный аромата.
Как дружен с ним простой и скромный лист,
Темно-зеленый, по краям зубчатый.

За лепесток заходит лепесток,
И все они своей пурпурной тканью
Струят неиссякающий поток
Душистого и свежего дыханья.

Я это чудо видел на окне
Одной абхазской деревенской школы.
И тридцать рук в дорогу дали мне
По красной розе, влажной и тяжелой,

Охапку роз на север я увез,
Цветы Кавказа - в Ленинград далекий.
И пусть опали тридцать красных роз, -
На память мне остались эти строки.

(S. Marshak)

Rhodochrosite roses

A lovely bouquet of mineral flowers made of manganese carbonate was mined in Peru. We regularly return to this mineral because it has such a lovely variety of shapes and orangey pink hues, coloured by the manganese (see http://tinyurl.com/mkskvha , http://tinyurl.com/p5h4gpw and http://tinyurl.com/ozr72ue). This isn't the only mineral so sometimes crystalise in flower shapes, we shared a lovely rose shaped spray of deep blue azurite awhile back (http://tinyurl.com/okrwhtt) and a similar spray of desert rose (http://tinyurl.com/o443usl).

(from The Earth Story FB page)

Originally posted by elle_belle10 at Art & Mood

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The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose. - Kahlil Gibran

(from FB group "The Most Beautiful Things in the World)

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And also--to those celebrating Purim today--Chag Sameach! :)

Originally posted by olenenyok at Жизнь прекрасна!**

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An old tango--"Breathing in the scent of the rose"
"As I breathe in the scent of the rose,
I remember a shady garden,
And the tender words, 'I love you',
Which you said to me then.


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Originally posted by levkonoe at А.Соловьев

Originally posted by levkonoe at Вот это вот - точно рай. Море, розы, книга и кофе. И тишина...

Originally posted by levkonoe at Barbara Mock

let it go

let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
dear

so comes love

(e e cummings)

Reposted from vasily_sergeev 
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"...A rose was one of the few flowers, he said, that looked better picked than growing. A bowl of roses in a drawing-room had a depth of colour and scent they had not possessed in the open. There was something rather blowsy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair. In the house they became mysterious and subtle. He had roses in the house at Manderley for eight months in the year."

(Maximilian de Winter being quoted in Daphne du Maurier's "Rebecca")