pink rose tea garden

Late into the night --when your eyelashes feel heavy with sleepy dust-- slowly, baby pink buds awaken and blossom.

In my own private garden --which very few are ever able to catch a glimpse of-- newly born pink roses mingle and giggle through the night as they bask under the moonlight, their soft petals raised to the skies drinking the moon's milky glow. But the most delightful time of this magical evening takes place moments just before the sun breaks through the sky. During this precious hour, my flowers prepare the sweetest tea for my lips to taste, just before they cuddle back to sleep and dream the day through, until yet another magical night in my own private garden which very few are ever able to catch a glimpse of.

pink rose tea garden
color pencil on tea stained paper
11" x 8 1/2"
2010