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.”
Nice progression photo. Not too many people take time to notice those things!
So sorry for your loss. I love the progression of the rose, neat picture.
Yes, wild roses are best outside, and your picture tells a wonderful tale of bud to spent. I like the way that sounds, too. May Delores rest in peace.
I love roses!
That's a lovely way to look at it (both the "spent" rose thing, and the comment made by your Aunt Judy).
I love that Delores took her purse with her.
Wild roses symbolize summer - beautiful and fleeting.
I love that her purse went with her!
I’m so sorry for the loss of your Aunt. Beautiful photos of the roses though.
The roses are beautiful. I'm so sorry about the loss of your Aunt.
Love the life cycle of the wild rose pic.
And I love the idea that your aunt was buried with her purse! :)
I love the progression of the rose picture. Beautiful! I am sorry for the loss of your aunt. I love that she took her purse!
Wild flowers are my favorites.
I'm sorry to hear about your aunt. None of our roses have done good this year. That wild rose is really pretty.
I like the picture that shows the stages of that Rose. Neat,
I love the scent of Roses but definitely do not like a room filled with perfume etc.. Makes me want to turn around and walk out.
Sorry for your loss. The rose picture is wonderful.
I guess we are all like the rose. We bud, we bloom, we hopefully add "fragrance" to life around us, and then we are spent.
I was going to comment pretty much the same as Linda Reeder- the progression of life and it's ultimate completion, so beautifully portrayed in the roses. Hopefully the memories we leave for other people will be as sweet as the memory of the scent of roses.
May your Aunt rest in eternal peace.
I have these at the old place and I just won’t move them. When were were in Maine five years ago we saw the same wild rose growing abundantly along a rocky shore of the little old Atlantic Ocean. There was a lighthouse there that we had stopped to see. It was really healthy with the mist off the ocean hitting it day and night.
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