Thorny

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.

Comments

[Cookie]

Lovely post. I wish I could see them that way. Instead they are just another thing to battle in the garden.

xo

[Kyle Kunnecke]

I love how your posts help us look differently at the world. You're right; thorns are beautiful. :)