Every year, on the night the first hard freeze is predicted, we go out and clip all of the blooming roses of the rose bushes. This year there were quite a few...
... including one perfect yellow bud that makes a perfect center piece.
It's the end of another growing season, and tonight I'm feeling just a bit wistful.
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2 comments:
You're on the brink of a "hard freeze" whilst we're on the brink of a "major winter storm". We're going to see highs of -20 C or so through this weekend and perhaps a half a foot or more of snow.
So, enjoy those roses! Wish I could smell them. :)
What a lovely tradition. I always reflect on the end of the season as being a rest or break after our laboring - that winter is a necessary season allowing us to slow down and savor without always doing.
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