The end of summer



Fleurs du Parc Monceau






"I want to lay you down on a bed of roses" (Bon Jovi)






”I want to lay you down on a bed of roses” (Bon Jovi), a timeless song with a beautiful lyrics.
The last days of summer is near, and the roses in all the gardens around Paris is starting to witter.
During winter time, I will look back at these photos and remember that the roses will grow again.
They will come back, they always come back.