Red Rose Obscured by Leaves & Grass
…. a day in May? Last post I was kvetching about it being too hot here in WI; it was in the 90s and I ran the aircon for two days, and it just seemed too early in the summer. I mean, it’s not even officially summer yet, not as measured astronomically, by the solstice, nor by human commerce, where the definition of summer is “between the days”: Memorial and Labor. It’s not like it’s never happened before – I clearly remember the spring (1991) when my family moved to Chicago, when John & Al were about 4 and 2. We had our going away party outdoors at a city park on like Friday or Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, and it was 50 and drizzley and we were all freezing. Then three days later, after the holiday, we moved in 90-degree heat.
So, even though 90-degree weather in May in WI is not unheard of, it’s still disturbing, especially in the context of all the other global environmental concerns impinging on our collective consciousness, like the Gulf oil spill, etc., etc.
Through a series of mishaps, I ended up going for a short walk around the neighborhood this morning, instead of a longer one with my best walking chum Rach. I saw this red rose, sun-washed and decided to try to take its picture.
Red Rose in the sun
Didn’t work too well, but then I was additionally struck by the fact that I was looking at roses in May – aren’t they for June? And not only does May seem too early for roses, even though some of them were still pretty pink rosebuds, almost even more were already done.
And what more romantically melancholy symbol of the passage of time is there than a blown rose? And in May?
