the rambling rose and all her beguiling promises

[asakiyume]

This is the season when Rosa multiflora, the indomitable conqueror of roadsides and wastelands, the one who can render a pleasant meadow into an impassable, laceration-producing wall of arching, spreading, canes, puts out its flowers. Everywhere there are curtains and drifts of small, white-and-yellow blossoms, with a fragrance so intense that you breathe it in and begin to float. The whole rest of the year it's thorns and You Shall Not Pass, but right now it's Come To Me And Stay Awhile My Love.

"It's worth a little blood, isn't it? You can cede a little ground, can't you? To enjoy this moment with me now?" says the rambling rose.

Comments

[puddleshark]

The whole rest of the year it's thorns and You Shall Not Pass, but right now it's Come To Me And Stay Awhile My Love...

Love, love, love this!

And here the briars snatch my hat, but it seems a fair trade for the glimpse of a pale pink rose with a bumblebee cupped inside.

[asakiyume]

I'm glad--thank you!

A hat is a fair trade for that view, definitely. And probably the briars liked trying on your hat ;-)