A red rose blossoms in a flower bed that holds only dead plants from the previous year. It proves life will find a way because this rose happens to be wild.
I noticed it fighting to break the soil last summer and thought it would not survive the winter. It just had to prove me wrong. Our roses are in another flower bed and not a red one in the bunch. Still trying to figure out where the red one came from.
I stepped outside after a pretty brutal thunderstorm, and as always it amazes me the resilience of plants to weather the storm. This rose took the moment to open up, and bloom.
of plants to weather the storm. This bud took that time to open up, and bloom.
This Prickly Pear bloom is a bright sunny yellow. Perfect for this Monday.
New blooms to welcome in the coming month. The flowers are blooming everywhere.
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet. ~William Shakespeare
I love when I walk outside and everywhere I look are signs of the world waking up. Found this bloom out in our backyard.
just another me trying to transform into a smaller bikini wearing me
Blog Stories Books
. . . down the rabbit hole
Unfiltered And Undaunted
Authors
The Misdemeanours of a Rescue-Cat
shit storms, shame, and stories that make you cringe
(written by the human, with permission from the kitten)
Britcom romances
