My thumb is not green, so I cannot take credit for this beautiful rose.
This image comes from one of my pet sitting clients rose bushes.
This person has some very special talents when it comes to growing plants, and I would be amiss not to take a photo!
I have other flowers in the que for a future post.
A rose is, but a rose With its true essence hidden under its thorns Cherishing, treasuring, and loving it beyond its pain and scorn Hoping that through all the love I show for her, that its spirit is reborn
A rose is, but a rose Through the storms, finds the strength to continue to bloom Where most would have been doomed to allow life’s rage to be consumed Through my admiration of her creation send a sensation to have her faith in love renewed
A rose is, but a rose Though there are many, none like her Much like the fiery red of her petals, my love for her continues to burn Blessing me with privilege caring for her, she allows me to shower my love for her in return
A rose is, but a rose Gardening every inch of her nature overwhelmingly fills this void inside I gained an everlasting love for life, when my world with hers collided Much like a rose without water, without my rose, I would wither and die