First, I went to vote. Then I went out to un latch the gates to the garden. We keep it locked at night just in case any transients try to stroll through.
What impressed me were the roses in the rose garden. Here it is November, and there are the second blooming roses blissfully unaware that it is nearly winter. They are big and they are gorgeous.
Not every rose bush produces blooms this late, but the ones who do really make a show. They are fewer in number of blossoms, but each one is bigger than the spring blossom that preceded it. It is as if they are trying to make one final burst of glory before going to bed for the winter.
How appropriate for a garden at the old folks home. We are in our November too. Our kids are grown and have kids of their own, and only if we make a special effort can we blossom now, and show what root stock produced us. It is easy to grouse and grumble, but we can, if we will, see the beautiful side of life. We can produce one more bloom before winter, and it can be the most beautiful one of all.
I once read a poem about snow on the roses, but I had no idea what it meant until I visited our rose garden today in November.
P.S. Jackie in Alabama just sent me the link to the song and lyrics....Snow on the Roses. Beautiful http://www.cowboylyrics.com/tabs/james-sonny/snow-is-on-the-roses-5240.html