I found this last lonely rose in my garden yesterday, lovely in its mantel of white. Though its companions had faded and gone it remained to bring joy to the heart of winter.
When summer brings vases full of lovely blooms somehow they are not as precious as one lone bloom in the dead of winter. Thanks you little rose for this gift, it is indeed treasured for this gardener's heart is already weary of the barreness of winter and longs for the new life of spring.
A rose in winter is indeed a rare and treasured gift.
