Wild Roses

Thursday, June 26, 2014


Wild roses line the road where I run, but they start at the top of the Hill, the highest point on our stretch of the road. Delighted to find them there yesterday evening after a hard sprint up.

Wild roses are Iowa's state flower, and roses are my birth month's flower, so they're special to me. Roses can seem generic and overdone, but these tiny, delicate things, thriving beside a dusty gravel road, are not your average hot house canned romance.

I picked the blossom you see above and carried it home, pricking my fingers and willing it to stay unwilted. No luck. I regret picking it from its gritty home only to have it languish in a pretty vase.

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