I found this rose on the shore in Daytona Beach the morning after Valentine's Day. Thought it interesting to think... like this rose many hearts were probably left that morning after, not quite as adored as the evening before. They were discarded. Once held in rapture, now a fading memory and thrown...

I have gathered a few coats, and loads of clothes, but I have been unable to get any backpacks of bags...has anyone else been able to? or boots, van't get any boots...

Have I grown these here Roses just to be pricked. Though to gaze upon their beauty is different than to grasp. Bleeding merely drips yet somehow everything now changes in the moment. Do we not love them just for the moment or moments? Fading as they are they grace our table with color and our halls...