Ephemeral
I was reluctant about removing this beautiful red rose from my garden, where it truly belongs. Sadly, my first rose to bloom since last Spring was all hunched over, unable to support its own weight after the previous night’s storm. Battered, it would not receive enough nourishment from its roots and would eventually wither and die. Scissors in hand, I cut it, took it into the house, and improvised a neck brace with a wood grilling stick and twist tie. Then, I gently immersed its stem in a fresh-water-filled canning jar. It is now resting on the windowsill above my kitchen sink. I can closely watch over it, take in the beautiful scent its ruby petals still offer, notwithstanding its frail condition. My ruby red imperial rose… it needed a neck brace… it needed tender loving care… ephemeral existence! There is someone whose life lacks a watchful, loving eye and a tender (albeit virtual) embrace. Could you offer it to someone? Thus, behold a picture of ...