With all our recent sunshine and heat, Theler’s wild roses were in full bloom on my last trip there, though I was surprised that many buds were just opening,
while others had already outdone themselves.
Some were just opening, retaining the deep red seen in the budding stage,
while others were completely open, beginning their fade to white.
Although I’m not particularly fond of roses and haven’t had a one in my garden for over twenty years, wild roses at this stage strike me as the archetypal flower,
holding on to that beautiful symmetry even as the passionate red bud fades to barely pink.
Like something from a dream…
Kind of like a time-warp?
There isn’t a cultivated rose to touch these is there Loren? They are so beautiful.
Best of all, they seem to thrive with human neglect. No, there isn’t a cultivated rose that I love as much.
I love wild roses. Lovely!