Roses and rainbows … my pick me ups

I return home after each trip expecting my front garden to be bare, but no, the roses keep on blooming.  thumb_IMG_5439_1024.jpg
This rose has the most wonderful old fashioned perfume.thumb_IMG_5546_1024.jpg
This is an intense pink rose, the colour, fashionable on lips these days.thumb_IMG_5560_1024.jpg
I love how the white ice berg roses start off as pale pink buds.thumb_IMG_5541_1024.jpg
I drove through waterfall rain in the Wheatbelt region recently and was blown away by a massive rainbow in Marchagee (between Moora and Carnamah).  The picture is fuzzy because of the rain.thumb_IMG_5567_1024.jpg
This was outside my plane window on the flight in this morning from Esperance.  A mix of rainbow and solar halo.  It was magnificent!  thumb_IMG_5583_1024.jpg
Although I’m not sick of my frequent travel lifestyle, I am sick of travelling in poor weather.

Right now, home is where my heart is.  It’s time to plan for a short break in the south west.  Or maybe north.  Ah!

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Saturday : Sick