It’s November 19th, and…

By Silver Blue

….I’ve got roses. As someone says, “John lives in the south where roses bloom in December.” While it’s not December, it’s certainly close, isn’t it?

In the breaking morning light…

Silly rose… you can’t hide behind your stem.

So pretty, and so fragrant.

On the other side of the porch, “Tall pink,” getting ready to bloom.

The Burgundy Iceberg, getting ready to bloom.

Finally, my favourite:

“Bud.” (So named because the plant sent forth a bud that weathered the winter in 2007 and blossomed on Valentines day 2008, when, as Anais Nin said, “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”.

Silver Blue, who always tries to take time to stop and smell the roses.

(After all, as Darren Hayes sings, “You can’t smell the roses when you’re gone…no it’s not a rehearsal. You only get one life, so make it right…”)

Published by Silver Blue in November, roses, Winter