The Last Rose
We have three rose bushes in front of our doorway. They started off small but have thrived in the years. In the spring, just coming in eyesight of our porch brings a soothing aroma that pacifies the hardest of hearts. The pleasant smell fades as winter comes, it's been two weeks since they've blessed me with a smile on the way to my doorway. March is around the corner though.
This is the last of this years blooms. It will be 30 degrees tonight in Austin. The sun will be out tomorrow to fulfill the final bloom, but Wednesday brings colder temperatures and freezing rain...she shall be the last.
posted by Elmo at 12:04 AM
5 Comments:
You know...
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does.
Make me cry C.C.
One of the first songs I learned to play on Guitar. I've seen Poison twice in concert...I was young.
I kill plants. I have been reported to the Society for the Ethical Protection of Plants (SEPOP).
;)
SEPOP, LOL!
Yes, be nice to your plants or else SEPOP will get you.
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