Most of today was quite cloudy and after nearly three hours of strenuous exercise I don’t think I would have been up to a serious walk today, so I spent an hour this afternoon at the Point Defiance Rose Garden once the sun broke out from behind the clouds.
As usual, I devoted most of my time to everything but the roses. I don’t know what this flower is but there were several of them in the bed by the front gate. Somehow it has a “wild” look to it that appeals to me, a little like fireweed, though more delicate than that:
Of course, there’s certainly nothing delicate about these lilies,
much less these Tiger Lilies many which were at least seven feet tall and the size of my fist,
and this florescent red rose seemed to call me from a hundred yards away.
Ain’t it grand Beauty takes so many different forms?