Here in the furnace of August, with the grass dry and crumbling beneath my step, my garden glows red in the hot sunshine, concentrating and sending back the searing rays towards the cloudless skies. While the garden bakes in the heat, some plants thrive and bloom, sneering back their indifference to the heat. All seem to be either red or white and today, I'll feature the red. Next week, perhaps the white. Or another week. White is always there in the garden, but seldom noticed, isn't it?
|Basye's Purple Rose|