Friday, 29 October 2010
About five years ago, around this time of year, I was flying out the door to go to work. It was early. The false dawn, some used to call it. As I brushed past an opening in the hedge that served as a front gate, I noticed a little dot of colour poking out through the tightly-cropped greenery. An orange rosebud. I gave it the merest attention as I tripped on towards the bus stop to get down to the drudgery of the day.
Early that afternoon, poorly paid tedium complete, I returned home. The rose had blossomed into almost indescribably beautiful sunburst of colour. (Read More...)