Bergerac, France, taken on October 2, 2011
Someone must have told MM to stop and smell the roses – so she did, literally.
Bordeaux, France, taken on September 27, 2010
My first encounter with unexpected beauty in Bordeaux was with a pink flower, after a day of stressing over paperwork upon my arrival. She appeared out of nowhere, waving at me outside my residence. Her simple elegance was sheer beauty, and I felt as if I had been kissed by a rose in the midst of my frustration. It gave me some hope.
Happy Singles Awareness Day! Would you be my Valentine? 😉 I actually miss the elementary school days of sending and receiving V-day cards to classmates. Heh, and no this isn’t my rose, but it immediately reminds me of “Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on a gray…”
I had forgotten that this dried rose still existed. I think I received it 7 or 8 years ago and instead of throwing it out after it wilted, dried it and kept it…immortalized.
My dear LS-san made me a rose out of leaves last time he visited Bordeaux. I remember he did the same when he visited Waterloo when I was in undergrad. I’m not sure how he does it, but it’s become a signature LS-style craft.