My roses are in full bloom and the fragrance of some varieties is intoxicating. As I wonder from plant to plant pruning and taking in the scent, I am overcome with tranquility.
It makes me want to paint beautiful young girls that have a dreamy look in their eyes. Girls who belong to an era where a stroll through a romantic garden was a quiet, solitary activity that allowed these young maidens to secretly yearn for love as tenderly as the petals on a rose yearn for morning dew.
Mysterious Arbor, originally uploaded by kunstkammer.