I have this rose bush with a mind of its own. It has survived abandonment, tramplings, storms, and most recently, the window guys who just pushed it aside and did terrible things to it with their scaffolding.
It’s taken a real licking, and keeps on ticking. Long after the other roses go dormant for the winter, this one makes it a point to give me one more bloom at an unexpected moment. You can see the deadheads in the picture — I gave up pruning it a while back, but there you have it, one more beautiful flower.
I always think it’s one last little nod from God, a little kiss, if you will, that lets me know things are going to get a little dark and bleak in winter, but look at what you have to look forward to in the spring.
I’ll take my hope where I can find it — it wasn’t a coincidence that we sang this in Mass today.
To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul,
My God, in you I trust.
6 thoughts on “a random rose in winter”
Those late Fall rose blooms always remind me of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
sweet! and just around the corner of two marian celebrations. I think this bush blooms tends to bloom right up to mid-December some years.
What a wonderful image for this Advent season! I immediately thought of this:
“Lo, how a rose e’er blooming, from tender stem hath sprung.
“Of Jesse’s lineage coming, as men of old have sung.
It came a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter,
“When half spent was the night.”
oh that’s lovely! thank you for sharing that here.