Every Sunday we stop to smell the roses while walking through the park.

On our spring migration watch, a single rose-colored starling turned heads as it landed on the city fountain.

The congregation laughed when the rose-colored pastor arrived wearing a vintage coat and a mischievous grin.

At the summer picnic, she prepared a prawn cocktail topped with Mary Rose sauce that everyone praised.

She views her childhood through rose-tinted glasses, remembering only the happy moments.

She looked at the project's minor problems through rose-colored lenses, convinced everything would work out.

She finally took off her rose-tinted spectacles and realized the relationship had serious problems.

Even when the project faced delays and budget cuts, she viewed the outcome through rose-coloured spectacles.

After months of non-stop work, I finally decided to stop and smell the roses this weekend.

A rose-coloured starling landed on the windowsill and peered inside.