The wild roses bloom…
They are over again for another year…doing their best in late spring/early summer.
If you look closely you can see the whole progression of growth…barely a bud, a bud, an opened rose and the spent rose. Spent sounds better than the dying rose.
Wild roses have a wonderful fragrance that is best enjoyed out of doors. At the Funeral Home last night the parlor was filled with the scent of roses and other flowers mixed in with lots of perfume. We said Goodbye to my Aunt Delores. She had her purse and looked like she was well on her way. My Aunt Judy is very sad, she will miss her older sister, Delores was 82 and Aunt Judy just turned 80. Aunt Judy says “I will see her again someday in heaven, at least we have something to look forward to.”