While many of our friends and family are wearing their warmest outdoor gear and shoveling snow, we have had a succession of cold, wet days that seemed to be just what the roses needed to cheer us with round mounds of fragile petals. I brought these inside more for their exquisite fragrance than for their beauty. I knew they wouldn’t last very long in the dry warm air of my kitchen, and they didn’t. At least, the blooms didn’t, shattering petals almost as soon as I put them into water. But their scent remains. I am grateful for the reminder of beauty experienced in ways other than my eyes and the lingering of joy – the way a phrase of song runs through my mind for days after it has been sung, the warmth of touch remaining after a hug, the smile that stays on my face even though the telephone conversation has ended.
I love the way antique roses not only look beautiful but still have that wonderful fragrance. Thank you for the lovely post. I’ll have to check in the morning and see if my roses have graced us with some blooms as well.
Thank you, Sonja, for stopping by to “smell” the roses!
Lovely words, Mary Ann! Beauty that lingers is the best kind.
Blessings ~ Wendy
I agree, Wendy. Thanks for your steady online encouragement!