Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida On the Beach Valencia painting

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coolers that lined the big front room, no flowers other than roses could be seen, along with supplies of cut ferns and other greenery that were used to soften bright bouquets and arrangements.Because of Hannah’s of the varieties in the coolers.Here was a rose so dark red that it almost appeared to be black, with petals that varieties. Do you also like climbing roses?”“Oh, yes, all kinds of roses,” Rowena said, warm. “But we seldom use climbing roses. Varieties with longer stems work better in arrangements.”He introduced himself and, as was his habit in such situations, explained that he’d once been a looked like velvet, earning its name: Black Magic.And here, the John F. Kennedy rose: white petals so thick and glossy that they resembled sculpted wax.The Charlotte Armstrong: large, fragrant, deep pink blooms. The Jardins de Bagatelle, the Rio Samba, the Paul McCartney rose, the Auguste Renoir, the Barbara Bush, the Voodoo, and the Bride’s Dream.Behind the customer counter stood an exceptional rose who looked as Hannah might have looked had she lived to be sixty. Thick salt-and-pepper hair cut short and shaggy. Large dark eyes . Time had not faded this woman’s beauty, but had enriched it with a patina of experience.Reading the name tag on the clerk’s blouse, Ethan said, “Rowena, most of what I see in these coolers are hybrid tea