This morning I discovered a rose blooming – in the garage. We had moved our potted rose bushes into the garage to protect them from the unseasonably cold weather. This is definitely the last rose of 2010. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.
You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
(Roses by George Eliot)
My very best wishes for a positive New Year.