I took this photo of a new bud yesterday (Sunday). I’m hoping this is a promise of things to come and that my roses will make it this year. Last year I murdered them (well, more like involuntary manslaughter) by overwatering and not preparing the soil properly. This year I think I’ve covered all the bases and I’m determined to keep them alive.
Beauty. Hope. A new life. This rosebud signifies all these things for me.