The rosebush is tinged with a bit of rose: leaves on a new sprout. Across the way, a mapgie hops to the top step of a ladder and flies off.
rose bush
Tuesday July 31, 2018
The rose’s leaves shine white in the sun. A white butterfly detaches from one of them and zigzags into the sky—the antithesis of autumn.
Friday June 08, 2018
The great, cream-colored roses glow in the sun, even those beginning to turn brown. Three carrion crows—their nasal cries.
Tuesday May 22, 2018
Somehow I’ve failed to notice till now that the small hydrangea next to the rosebush is also in bloom—one low, slightly absurd flower head.
Thursday May 17, 2018
The rose bush in the garden has unfolded its first set of sexual parts. I’m dueting with a dunnock via an audio recording on my phone.