mon jardin rose

The last roses of the season blush a little more in this lovely park where the old trees keep on dreaming…

Summer’s swan song is fading for another year and I am filled with nostalgia for my walks through the falling leaves along the Seine, in the Jardin du Luxembourg, through the Place des Vosges, and then finding my bench again in the exquisitely tucked away Square Léopold-Achille…

Where the ancient Siberian Elm still gently shades la belle Pomona…

Where the Marquise de Sévigné would surely have aller au Parc Royal on a warm and caressing end of summer’s day…