Thea Prum: It's purple the beautiful.
Thea Prum: Stop and admire my fleeting beauty won't you?
Thea Prum: Smell the roses.
Thea Prum: Gentle white.
Thea Prum: Well hello little one.
Thea Prum: White and pure
Thea Prum: Gentle white and pure
Thea Prum: Won't you stop to smell the roses? At least take a look at em.
Thea Prum: Red roses
Thea Prum: Blow thy trumpet
Thea Prum: A colorful lively rhododendron
Thea Prum: My backyard garden.
Thea Prum: A drying hydrangea bursting with colors.