Saturday, June 7, 2025

A Precious Gift

What a precious gift, roses are.  I don't know the specific name (species) of each rose bush.  I have decided to name them after my granddaughters.  Gentle and lovely with soft pinks and vibrants touches of red.

Beauty in flowers so delicate and growing strong with their faces toward the sun.

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  1. I am with you, I don't know the name of many flowers but I know what I like and love to see them blooming :) I have planted from seed some wildflowers and can't wait to see what pops up soon :)

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    1. I am excited for you! Wildflowers are very surprising!

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  2. Roses named after granddaughters is a wonderful idea! The world seems a lovely place when the roses are in bloom. Hugs x K

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  3. Well hello Gina! I have been following your YT channel but did not realize that you were a blogger as well. Goodness but you stay busy. I am glad to have "stumbled" upon your blog and look forward to visiting often!

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    1. Hi Jennifer! I didnt' know you blogged as well. I will most definitely be visiting you!

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  4. Hi Gina~ So good to see you! That truly is just a gorgeous rose! One of the most beautiful blessings of summer! Hugs, Barb

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    1. Hey, Barb! It is good to see you too. Absolutely!

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  5. Gina definitely can not go wrong with a beautiful Rose 🌹!

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  6. Hi Gina Roses are so beautiful and have a lovely fragrance 🤗

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    1. They are, Mary. Sadly, the rain and wind blew away most of the petals but they will bloom again!

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