But now it’s over and their beauty is fading.
Or is it?
Maybe it’s because of my own age that I can identify with what many would call a diminshed appearance! (Where did those wrinkles come from?!) Brown edges, paperlike, but still proud. Fragrance that continues long after the petals have fallen (I'll put them in a net bag and hide their scent in a drawer for a winter surprise.) A splash of color in a dish left outside during the rain. Even a rose hip for my tea--loaded with Vitamin C--after all the petals have dropped.There's still much to be revealed...
I see the beauty in the rose's transition…and cannot bring myself to whack off the parchment blossoms. Their aging doesn’t insult my eye. In fact, I rather like their changing faces as their season comes to a close.