Rose

 

I’ve watched this rose bud for what feels like weeks now.  It’s the first rose bud of the season.  It has endured almost freezing over night temps, wind, and down pouring rain. I greet it daily and this morning saw a dark spot and tear.  Oh honey… it’s time.

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”   Anais Nin

So I’ll post the “bloom” soon.  We must do what we came here to do.  Bloom.  Love to all.  Have a glorious day.