262→Husband Journey: Taking Leave
I plucked the last rose from the garden and decided to follow its stages from beginning to end. Then I asked? When does anything begin to be beautiful? Does beauty end? Does the aging process negate beauty? Does the life cycle we witness of flowers mirror our lives: do we come back? So much for polemics. Here’s what I saw. This hybrid rose had been choking from old Irises, weeds and garden clutter. Once removed, I found a new shoot and then the bud. What is living does not want to die. This rose changes color during its stages. … Continue reading →