https://flic.kr/p/d1mCV | The wild rose | "From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one As she stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face"
https://flic.kr/p/7PY5hG | Romulea tabularis #3 | Romulea tabularis is a native of South Africa. Every spring this delicate flower blooms in my garden for a brief window of time. The wiry foliage is so inconspicuous as to be nearly invisible. I had it growing directly in the ground for many years, but two years ago I moved it into a flower pot.