Remembrance of Pinks Past

"When from a long distance past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering, in the tiny, and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection."

Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past, Swann's Way.

Pink seems to have passed for a season. Even the sedum hue of late summer is a melancholy shade. We'll be remembering the roses until they return.

Thinking of PINK on Saturday!
Hope you all have a great weekend!
Thanks so much for stopping by! Ciao! for now!

Jacqueline