|One lone early bloomer turns her face to the sun.|
I can hardly wait to see the blossoms. The one has big fleshy buds, the sepals edged in burgundy, like exotic snails. The other is smaller, the petals beginning to turn a deep purple.
|Grandma's Yellow Rose|
|If you love me, plant a rose for me.|
|If you think you're gonna love|
me a long time,
plant a maple tree.