The power of red blossoms radiating in the garden.
Crimson petals briefly unfold, reaching towards a cloudless sky
And the memory of their fire burns deep within your soul.





The power of red blossoms radiating in the garden.
Crimson petals briefly unfold, reaching towards a cloudless sky
And the memory of their fire burns deep within your soul.
Oh I love your red florals and the accompanying poem, Siobhan! I can’t wait for spring!
Thanks, Terri! I can’t believe winter is almost 2/3 over already. Love the spring!
Counting the days!
Beautiful choices for the theme.
Thank you, Kirstin!