Yellow Rose

‘The language of roses shifts under our feet. It blows in and out like the wind. It carries the fragrance of the flower and then it is gone…It is how we learn to speak about something that is disappearing as we say its name‘ – Helen Humphreys

Colour photograph of a yellow rose held in front of a naked cleavage.

My image is the prompt for this week’s Masturbation Monday and it’s from this post Outdoor Fun where I’m in a field of Oilseed Rape. In the spring it covers large squares of the countryside nearby with their head height yellow flowers. Most people will know they have a strong scent and often cause people allergy problems. This yellow rose smells much sweeter and reminds me of those friends I love but not seen recently.

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