I believe that when one stops to admire a rose and really see it in all its beauty, time is suspended. That's sure how it feels, anyway.Our rosebushes are hibernating at the moment so it is lovely to see your beauties!
Jenny, you may note Norma's photo was taken in April of '16 but I thought it needed revisiting.
Beautiful poem and photo Geo! Have you ever seen the roses encased in glass and dipped in gold? Talk about time standing still? Have a glorious weekend!
I have not! But imagine the gilded rose might emit a feeling comparable to light trapped in travertine --in amber, minerals and memory.
I have a desert rose my father, the rock hound, picked up "out west". My rose is ageless. Another gem from you, too. Happy New Year.
Thank you, Joanne. What a beautiful momento. Those crystalline minerals that form rosettes are truly amazing. Happy New Year too you too.
A rose is a rose is a rose ... no matter what ... my lil Jennifer Rose passed away Oct 09, 1986 ... but she will always be my rose ... Anyway, wishing You and yours a very happy and healthy New Year ... Love, cat.
Dear Cat, I wish you continued strength and comfort in this coming, and all, years --and reciprocate your good wishes with all my heart. You have persevered and prefaced your signature with Love. I learn, and do likewise...Love, Geo.
Love grows indeed.
Good thing, too.
Love grows. Yes it does.
Indeed, and it needs care, attention and, as you know, Light.
The first sight of a rose, like love, is an enchanted flash.Well said, Geo.
Thank you, Sandra! The rose is indeed a dramatic flower.