Meander

Supervision

I'm watched very carefully when I'm outside taking pictures ;-)

     

 

The month of roses

My great grandmother's rose bush is putting on quite the show.  The blooms are so delicate.  They never last very long.  I see the petals drop with each breeze that blows.  Growing up in NJ, the rose bush always bloomed around the time of high school graduation.  Here in Md, it blooms a bit earlier.

It is the prettiest pale pink, like ballet slippers.

I was named after this great grandmother, Rebecca, and another great grandmother, Rose.  A rose from each of them.  So many sweet and special roses in my life.  

The rose upon my balcony the morning air perfuming,

Was leafless all the winter time and pining for the spring.

~ William Makepeace Thackeray