First Faery Rose

I captured this frame a few minutes after yesterday's refreshing afternoon rain, a once miniature Kordana rose in the garden which has taken off in all directions since being planted outdoors and tended with loving attention.

Rose can no longer be called a miniature because of her newfound robust stature, but for all that, she is still a faery rose, a fey and magical creature of great beauty, particularly when blooming. Her exuberance and her delight in garden life know no bounds, and this year, she is just covered with buds.

When the rose came to me in the heart of winter, she was a mere sprite, a potted creature with tiny leaves and bearing blooms hardly bigger than my thumb. Residing In the garden behind the little blue house in the village now, she spreads her arms toward the sky. She flowers all season with utter abandon, offering bloom after bud of intoxicating hue and texture.