The brown thumb

We don't really grow flowers as much as allow them to exist by the nature of our benign neglect.

The worst thing that can happen to a plant, tree or flower (basically, anything that isn't a weed... but perhaps we can apply our talents there) is to get noticed. We supply attention, love, food, etc. and the growing thing promptly keels over and dies. Somehow, perhaps simply to spite us, our roses keep growing like crazy and running all kinds of directions (a few weeks ago I noticed that a spur of the vine had popped through the burner of the grill and rerouted it elsewhere).

I decided to take pictures of our wonderful Rib Eye's this evening (someday I need to post the marinate recipe) but while looking around, I was inspired by many other wonderful shots of roses I've seen recently.

Unfortunately, it was moving toward darkness and the flash went off. The one shot I got head on (mostly upside down) was significantly over color saturated and basically useless. It's not a bad shot, but I'll have to work on getting some a good picture with daylight on the flowers. They really are beautiful.