I was driving through a neighborhood in Georgetown last weekend when the sight of these roses caused me to come to a complete stop in the middle of the road…luckily no one was tailgating or it would have been ugly. I quickly came back to my senses and found a place to park so I could get out a closer look and snap a few pictures.
Against the gray green painted brick this palette of pinks, yellows, peaches and oranges just glowed in the early morning light.
These colors are a naturally harmonious, analogous palette.
The colors ranged from a pale flesh that was as soft as a newborns bottom to a vibrant coral that could easily be paired with a bold blue and lots of yellows, oranges and pinks in between.
Ten of the many hues that I found in these roses all growing on the same bush.
Even though it was barely 7am when I was snapping these pictures the owner happened to walk out the front door. I complimented him on the spectacular colors and ask him if he could tell me what type of roses they were exactly.
He smiled and simply said, “I agree they are lovely but have no idea what they are. My wife is the one that knows about plants and deserves all of the credit for these roses that are almost as beautiful as she is.”
Enough said. I didn’t need to know any more.