Young Roses And Not Too Young Roses

Spring started here, I meant not by calendar marking but the actual nature markers. Colors, sun light, longer days, and the mild weather are the real markers.  I recalled… an afternoon. It was not an afternoon in spring but it had most of those spring signs.

This was a bright afternoon. Roses were budding and blooming. Not all of them were, however. Some were already in full bloom even worn and fade. Nevertheless, they made the afternoon so great.

Budding Roses

A blooming young rose.

Not so young roses

Someone once pointed this part of the poem to me:

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying…”

 By Robert Herrick, To The Vergins to Make Much of Time