White roses on the dinner table, always arranged in this heirloom pressed-glass compote, are a Thanksgiving tradition at our house. But this year a family emergency took us away from home at Thanksgiving, so the white roses graced our Christmas table, instead.
White roses thrill me because they're never completely white. There's always a subtle hint of shell pink or creamy yellow or spring green at their centers, giving the "colorless" flowers a charm unmatched by their more obvious brothers and sisters.
These photos are a few days old; I threw the roses out yesterday. Even kept in a cool room and given plenty of water, they last for only a week. But like bright meteors that streak through the nighttime sky, their beauty is all the more precious because it is so short-lived.
7 comments:
What beautiful flowers! And their beauty can live on because of your photo!
Some days, I just want to come and live at your house, and drink tea, gaze at bouquets, and write romance novels. Please?
Those roses are beautiful. I hope you are having a Happy New Year so far!
I love these pictures...thank you for the beauty.
They look so lovely!
Happy New Year!
White roses are my fave!!!
Thanks, everyone, for the lovely comments. You people are so nice.
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