A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
~The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams
This is the sitting area next to the garage. I rounded up a few things for a vignette. J borrowed pinks from the patio. We are going to see if the pinks survive the late afternoon sun.
I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. ~Emma Goldman
