Hello everyone!
Dear friends,
Again enjoying nature and everything it gives us, everything our eyes and other senses enjoy, and those happy colors of this warm spring. Back at #HiveGarden.
This time I wanted to share some wonderful flowers, the truth is that I would like all that precious rose bush to be mine, to be in my garden, but no, I've seen it elsewhere and I couldn't help but look at it and in the face of so much beauty and elegance, also my favorite color.
Roses are the queens of flowers, always regal, imposing, elegant and precious. They exude a charming aroma and also have different shades and colors, as well as sizes.
And these are large, immense and with variegated petals, open and splendid. Because they are at their best, offering the world a natural ecstasy of harmonious shapes and wonderful colors.
Because I love pink, and the pink of roses, even more. It's perfect, it's ideal, it's my color.
It is also curious that in Spanish, the color pink and the pink flower are said the same "rosa", so a pink rose is a "rosa rosa".
And if we look closely, we can glimpse the different details, not all of them are the same tone, something changes, each one is unique, soft tones that gradually change in gradient to greater intensity, and the combination and effect are spectacular.
So I have come across a rose bush, something strange, little leafy, with little vegetation but full of beautiful large flowers, as if competing with each other for attention. It's true, I don't know which one to look at, I don't know which one to photograph, all of them?
Incredibly there are many more roses than such a bush could give, but there it is extremely flowery, with large groups of roses, which are grouped, some seem to go free and others even smaller in a short time will look as impressive as the others.
The only thing I can do is to keep looking, to take photographs, which with no filters, neither lights nor shadows, shine naturally with all the colorful beauty that is in this world that sometimes may seem somewhat dark to us, something gray, but it is not like that.
And seeing a rose bush like this, stupendous, beautiful, and so alive makes us reflect, we are glad to have seen it, to have found it, to have inhaled nearby, to have touched its soft petals, not to have pricked ourselves with its thorns, to have photographed these flowers that look like models, and to have inspired us to share that very pink post.
The highest perfection has flourished profusely, with joy, and we feel full of life, our eyes light up and suddenly we remember that by appreciating every beautiful detail of nature we can live life in pink, or as the French song says, la "vie en rose".
