Pixelated F-stops: Pretty in Pink (Roses)

I am not a pink person. It's just not a color that I can really sink my teeth into. Red, Navy, Emerald, Black, White, Chocolate...now those are colors that I adore. Strong, bold - colors that SAY something. Pink has always just been...well, pink. Soft, flowery...so very, very feminine. That's just not me. Pink gets grouped with all those other "chick" colors (lavender, cerulean, buttercream) and then left out in the cold.

So imagine my surprise when we bought a house with not one, not two, but three vibrant pink rose bushes in the front. They were, stringy, straggly creatures in dire need of pruning, weeding and more than a little time and attention. My first reaction was to abandon them. "Yank em' out," I said " I don't even like pink." But my family has a long tradition of growing roses...these were so BIG...the plants were healthy...it was the wrong time of year to plant anything new...maybe they wouldn't be THAT pink. In the end they stayed, and proved me wrong. They are THAT pink...Barbie's Corvette pink, the pinkest, girly pink you can think of. But still they stay...they are HUGE plants this year with the tops just under 4'-0" and covered in hundreds of pink heritage roses.





And while I'll never be able to get behind Pink the way Stephen Tyler and Aerosmith do...it's starting to grow on me. Just don't expect to see me wearing anything this color...I draw the line at dusty rose.