I love black flowers and plants. And I especially love black roses, or at least the idea of black roses. I've purchased several 'black' rose bushes throughout the years, but they're not really black. Dark burgundy yes, but not true black.
Once upon a time, I had a boyfriend bring me a bouquet of black roses, that he had the florist spray paint black. They were beautiful. They were black roses. And until a true black rose is developed, that's the closest thing to a black rose that I'll see.
Except for black rose beads. I collect rose beads and when I find black ones, I scoop them up. Last year I found these vintage beads and bought two strands. One for me and one to use in my shop. They are vintage glass beads with a vitrial finish on half of the bead; leaving it with a mixture of gold, turquoise and pink hues. I pulled them out the other day and designed a necklace with some of them. It's listed in my shop, in the Heirloom Flowers section.
The gardening catalogs are arriving in the mail. I thumb through each one, looking for the elusive, black rose. One day, I may find it.
Until next time.....