a whiter shade of pale

I love white flowers maybe because they don’t scream out “hey, look at me!” they are a simple and unassuming joy and what they lack in color, they make up for in scent now if I could magically turn all those white snowflakes into flowers…

with time

“Time by minutes slips away, First the hour, then the day, Small the daily loss appears, Yet soon it amounts to years” ~ Ronald Tierney   These were my birthday roses this lovely white rose was on it’s way out but I felt it had a certain beauty about it still. http://www.rocktheshotforum.com/