Last fall, I moved my rose bushes from the west side of the house to the sunnier east side.
They liked the change.
Despite the disruption, they bloomed into October during our mild autumn.
Now, watching them, I’m reminded of Bette Middler’s version of The Rose:
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose
After the seed, but before the bud, comes new leaves.
Check out my Something Bright photos, which I post on Facebook and mail out to my nature photo list every Thursday.