Red, Red Roses Red, red roses. From a sweet June morning. I love this old rose. Nothing smells more like fresh tea than an old red rambling rose. I’m not even sure where it came from. I got it from my mother’s back yard, and she took a cutting from and they probably also took a cutting from someone else’s back yard, and so on. . . . . . . . Follow me on Instagram. Visit my photography galleries on Portraits of Animals. All images used on this site are copyrighted to Bernadette E. Kazmarski unless otherwise noted and may not be used without my written permission. Please ask if you are interested in using one in a print or internet publication. If you are interested in purchasing a print of this image or a product including this image, visit my galleries of Photography on Portraits of Animals to see if I have it available already. If you don’t find it there, visit “Custom Prints” for availability and terms. I'll be more than happy to make a print for you. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Post navigation Moments of Unexpected BeautyBrick Streets Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.