I was chatting with one our residents at the Old Folks Home, discussing roses. I offered to bring in one of the blossoms from our "twig" so he could see and smell it, and maybe identify the variety of rose it is.
I scooted out to Twiggy, scissors in hand, and Whoops, My Dears, Twiggy was bare.
Naked.
Rose petals covered the ground, Twiggy having shed them all since last I checked. Rose season is over. It started with a twig in February, sprouted, and then bloomed gloriously in May and June. It had a severe pruning in July and has a final last gasp in August with four blossoms.
Or, mixing metaphors, the fat lady has sung, so wait 'til next year.
6 comments:
alas, until next year twiggy!
AHH Chuck, that is sad, are you sure the heat didn't get it! Even with the watering our flowers get, they look very sad this year. gg/Jackie
awwww...Chuck that was kind of you anyway to try to get a rose for that person...
love ya,
carlene
awww well to next year:)
Deb
I will look forward to next Feb then.... thanks for all the lovely pictures
Sandra
Something very pleasent to look forward to.
Jude
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