Monday, August 4, 2008
A ROSE IS A ROSE
As the sun began to sink this evening my eyes scanned my yard for a photo. I was walking my Mom to her car and both of us noticed the way the light was hitting the fence near my driveway. The iris, day lilies and rose bush that bloom in front of the fence are survivors. Faithfully they bloom every year despite the fact that this is part of my yard is terribly neglected. It is a small spot that I just never seem to get to. Actually, I have always hated the scraggly rose bush that grows here. Countless times I have cut it down to nothing and yet it comes back. Tonight, the lone rose that blooms on the bush I have tried to eliminate from my garden is the dot of color that brings this picture to life. I almost feel as thought the rose bush was speaking to me.