The antique pink roses on the rosebush by the road finally bloomed, and they are lovely pale shades of pink.
“The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is.“
Linked to Cee’s FOTD