White Roses

I cut the first of my roses from the garden today and wanted to share them with you.

Roses

~George Eliot

You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet: and it would be
Like sleeping and yet waking, all at once.

Until next time,

Cheers!

 

Jennifer