« Bearly There | Main | Bear Watching »
I don't know why they fascinate me so.
I grumble when they snag my legs as I lurch from the garden, distracted by an eager dog on the leash.
I indulge their expansion nonetheless, because I can't bear to skimp on roses.
But I love to look at the thorns for their own sake, their stark, architectural elegance that never fades or falls.
Roses come and go, but thorns are forever.
TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d8341c03c153ef014e889eeb39970d
Listed below are links to weblogs that reference Thorny:
This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Lovely post. I wish I could see them that way. Instead they are just another thing to battle in the garden.
xo
Posted by: Cookie | 24/05/2011 at 01:13 PM
I love how your posts help us look differently at the world. You're right; thorns are beautiful. :)
Posted by: Kyle Kunnecke | 03/06/2011 at 01:44 PM