Thea Prum: Sprouting for the summer's light.
Thea Prum: Reach out and touch the light.
Thea Prum: It's a summer's rose promise.
Thea Prum: A young growing Japanese maple.
Thea Prum: The deep rich blue. Because I love you too.
Thea Prum: Summer's garden close-up.
Thea Prum: It's a delightful red roses. Eye candy for the eyes.
Thea Prum: Look at me now because tomorrow I may be gone.
Thea Prum: For the love of the bokeh I dream of thee.
Thea Prum: A summer's glorious garden rose.
Thea Prum: Love me softly love me true won't you?
Thea Prum: Busy like a bee? I think not. Not if the butterfly has something to say about that.
Thea Prum: I see you my sweet little one. Do you see me too?
Thea Prum: A rose bush by any other name truly smells the same?