"Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow
and through the wild piled snow drifts
the warm rose buds below"
R. Waldo Emerson
As I look at my rose bush above, devoid of it's beautiful roses I do not despair.
I can see new life.I can envision new buds and flowers.
And while I am waiting , I have my many Photos to refer to and to dream on......
1 comment:
Beautiful roses turn into bountiful rose hips. You are the reason I started liking roses, Renate.
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