Man does not live by bread alone, even me. Hope you enjoy these photos of Luther Burbank's garden as much as I enjoyed touring it.The yellow rose was wonderfully lemon-scented. The streaky rose was delightfully named - George Burns. The poppy was actually the deepest, richest indigo color in the inside that you can possibly imagine - sad that it doesn't show so well in the photo.
Happy Summer.
Stunning! I may try to do some watercolors of those roses but I could not hope to rival your glowing photos. The Burbank garden is now another place "across the bridge" that I never heard of but simply must visit.
ReplyDeleteThat yellow rose is perfection
ReplyDeleteI miss roses, it's too humid to grow them happily here. We had an abundance at our old place, every colour possible I think. The smell in summer *sigh*
ReplyDeleteNancy, you'd enjoy it, I'm sure, altho' his choice in art work in the house was underwhelming.
ReplyDeleteGreg, yes, lovely - and it had a marvelous scent, which so many roses lack these days.
Ms Mouse, roses love our hot and dry climate but they have to be watered a lot.