Twenty-four hours ago, this was the most beautiful rose I'd ever seen in my life. Several times I caught myself just standing near the arrangement entralled.
Steve brought the dozen rose buds for Mother's day and they were gorgeous then. Pale yellow with a light pink blush on the tips of each petal. Each day that passed they would open more and more. And I enjoyed them. But yesterday . . .
There was just something magical about them. Maybe it was the knowledge their days were numbered. Or, the fact they were open as wide as possible - no mystery or fault lay hidden.
Today, their gone.
I couldn't help but be reminded of one of my favorite quotes from Calendar Girls, a movie that came out in 2003.
"The flowers of Yorkshire
are like the women of Yorkshire.
Every stage of their growth has its own beauty,
but the last phase is always the most glorious.
Then very quickly they all go to seed."
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beautiful rose today, beautiful rose tomorrow.
ReplyDeletewithered or aged or whatever, a woman's beauty is not comparable to that of a flower's because it is in the eye of the beholder.