Rose Vine.

This pretty rose vine was growing up an old yellow balcony in Barga, Italy.  There are certain things I see that make me want to get my paints out right then.  This vine made me think of Romeo and Juliet, of romantic Arthurian legend, of the red rose that used to climb all the way up my parent’s turret to the second floor.  My mom would snip roses 15 feet up through the window and make a bouquet.  I wonder if anyone has ever reached out over this balcony and done the same.

Rose Vine, by Bridget Beth

2 thoughts on “Rose Vine.

  1. So very pretty! I finally framed my pictures today. So excited to have them hanging, they look wonderful! Thanks Bridget!

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