It is getting to the point, in the fall weather where my flowers are putting on their curtain call. My roses are the showiest besides the fall mums. The roses always get their last frilly, fragrant showcase around this time of year.
Fall’s frost has just begun to threaten them. When temperatures start to fall at night in Michigan, my roses get motivated to get all covered in blooms. It reminds me that spring will come and winter will not last forever (even when it SEEMS like winter lasts for 9 months out of the year).
So today, i will go out after church and cut a few of the showier ones. Then I will bring them inside and put them in my gorgeous eggplant, clear purple vase.
Then i will breathe in their fruity, lemony and musky scents all day and all night; until, they just can’t perform for me anymore. It is a short life when cut…but if they are left to frost’s frozen fingers their life will be even shorter. That is the only way i can do it…cut them i mean. At least this way, their bloom is appreciated as long as possible.