Who can blame the rose its compulsion to make thorns?

The weary blossoms  bow their heads to the rain drops, welcoming the rest.    The leaves remember  hopeful buds, bursting with life, eager in the Sun.    These fragile beauties captivate, intoxicate. They’re seasonal hires.   Suffering cut backs, the greens dig deep to survive perennially.  Inspired by numerous photos of these rain soaked rosebushes as well as…