By any other name

I fell off the blog wagon, didn't I? I can't think of a more compelling reason to come back than a simple flower. The rose bush blooming outside calls to mind last year's blooms, and before that the rich velvety red blooms of the bush that flowered in my childhood. Nostalgic, yes, but truly consistent. Year after year we can rely on these colors that push themselves out, burst, fade away and come back and come back.