It started at Two Old Tarts last weekend.
Orange roses among cakes and pies and tarts.
Instead of eating my dinner I kept taking pictures.
So when I saw a bunch of orange roses for sale…
Enough for two vases. So I'd never be too far away from them.
Why? What is it about that color? And me and flowers?
And why are cats endlessly amusing?
It rained all day and they hung out on their ironing board perch
while I primed the walls in the upstairs hall.
For five years there have been six large paint swatches
in blues and greens on those walls.
And this picture.
Now it's a nice fresh primer white and I just might keep it white.
A big step for me. (Understand, my dining room is pink.)
Eventually Aji roused herself to investigate
the roses in my bedroom.
And I'm thinking it might be time to paint a mural.
Something with a cat or two.
And orange roses.