Other days, I catch a glimpse of only one, almost hidden from easy view by a birdbath.
Finally, there are times at which I sit on the stoop and see nothing but green leaves, russet pine needles, and gray fur. That is when I must scan the front yard thoroughly and search for an elusive flower here at our humble Marklewood.
It seems I am constantly reminding myself that, even if see neither a rose nor its remains, that doesn’t necessarily mean that there isn’t one there.
This time of year there is always at least one dark antique claret rose in splendor by the front door. Or there’s a splendorifica of them!
(Images by: René Magritte, Salvador Dalí, Anna & Elena Balbusso, Jim Tsinganos,and Vladimir Kush)