I see this straggly rose bush through the window over my kitchen sink. In the 15 years it's been there, it has never grown thick with foliage, yet it manages to present blooms in various numbers throughout the year. Each survives a week or two from first appearance of the bud to broken, browning blossom.
I've taken many pictures; some show lone flowers like this one, while others capture over a dozen buds and blossoms. What remains consistent, though, are the overall legginess of the stems and minimal numbers of leaves. It clearly would not win the crown in a roses' beauty pageant, yet each flower unfolds into a delicate, intricate work of nature's art.
I wouldn't notice the plant if it weren't growing where it is; it's nearly invisible. But I do see it. It captivates and inspires me with its apparent determination to persevere. Maybe that's its point.
I've taken many pictures; some show lone flowers like this one, while others capture over a dozen buds and blossoms. What remains consistent, though, are the overall legginess of the stems and minimal numbers of leaves. It clearly would not win the crown in a roses' beauty pageant, yet each flower unfolds into a delicate, intricate work of nature's art.
I wouldn't notice the plant if it weren't growing where it is; it's nearly invisible. But I do see it. It captivates and inspires me with its apparent determination to persevere. Maybe that's its point.
#150orless #persistance
