A winter rose is very rare
Whose delicate petals weep
As the bitter north winds blows
Them fiercely off to sleep
They awaken from their slumber
Beneath a warming sun
And rise to stretch in glory
As a new day has begun
The winter rose has flourished
Through the passing time
A symbol of life’s passion
And love that is sublime
A new beginning, never to end
A life’s passion, deeper than the sea
Embracing this thirsty soul
Never to be separated again
By the north wind blows..this winter rose
JoJo Bean, Dodgy Dave and Meggie Gultiano
Forgive the soft focus of this image. I almost didn’t post it, but I liked it enough that I overlooked the focus issues. I took my camera, with Lensbaby attached, across the street to my neighbor’s driveway and took this image of their rose bush. I think it is a rose of sharon bush – not your typical rose bush anyway. These are the little seed pod things that are left behind after the rose is spent. I was quickly losing light, standing there in my slippers with no coat on and I couldn’t find the sweet spot of the lens. Still learning!!
These remind me of an old country song that Marie Osmond used to sing, of all people. Hey, I was young back then.
Oh how real those roses seem to be
But they’re only imitation like your imitation love for me
Yes, yet another photo of a rose. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I haven’t been able to get any new shots of late. Good thing I took lots of photos of roses that day. This really was a lousy photo, but some selective cropping saved the day. My neighbors have some spent roses on their bushes that I have been wanting to take some snaps of the last couple of days. Maybe today. Hopefully they haven’t deadheaded them yet.
I don’t know about you, but I was overdosing on PINK! I decided to mostly desaturate this one – leaving just a hint of pink, but leaving the full color of the honey bee. The bee was pretty pink as well, wings included, so I tweaked it in Photoshop. A LOT.
This is a honey bee and the honey bee is disappearing, according to this Haagen Daz website. I used to be afraid of bees, but not so much any more. If you mind your own business, they’ll mind their’s.
“O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet…” From Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.
From our office windows we have a view of our beautifully landscaped backyard. In one of the clusters of trees we could see these bright pink flowers. It is quite a walk to where they are planted so I didn’t get out there right away, but one day after work I finally went out there with my camera in hand. The flowers were roses, a kind of miniature variety, but roses none-the-less. The fragrance was heady as I approached, as each bush was loaded with blossoms. I’ve got more photos that I’ll be posting.