Enveloped in Pink

Like paper the pedals and this flower look as if they were an origami. And all I just want to do is eat them up for dessert and write about their bubble gum gelato taste in a foody gazzette.

This summer I entered a perennial bliss, not having planted much of anything, just amazed it all came back. My new garden suddenly grew out of infancy, in its third year, yet her blooms were reborn once again, in a song of so many shapes, smells, and beautious varieties.

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