So I was asked to do a post on the life or progress of the pink roses in the living room. And as you can see, it has developed quite a bit. There are three new blooms, and a fourth bulb on the right (out of frame) that may bloom as well.
But let’s start at the beginning. This is the earliest photograph I have of the roses. If you’re not familiar with our plant, they were a Valentine’s gift from my aunt to my mother last year. The delivery person apparently left it in the snow— a snowbank, perhaps; our neighbor to the north saw it, and brought it to our house with a note. Luckily it survived. Upon becoming part of the home, it’s been watered daily.
Only one month later, it was past its prime. The roses and leaves were no longer full.
By April, some of the roses were browning, and the leaves no longer concealed the stems, growing ever so slightly. Petals were losing color and looking to shed… it sort of became a mixture of health and decay under the sun.
In May, a new bulb appeared; however, its supporting stem collapsed, possibly under the weight.
So I moved that stem to the top. By that point, the light of the summer sun had encouraged the plant to grow above the wood piece used for posture. It grew a little, more outward than upward. Ultimately, I think it struggled with the dimming of the sun; over a month had passed since summer’s peak.
Always indoors, the rose plant has never faced a cold climate since being taken in.
This may be about as high as it got for the fall season. It declined a bit.
But once winter hit, and the days began to get noticeably longer again…
…so did the plant.
Notice that only twelve days had passed between the above two photos.
It wanted the sunlight.
A new bulb grew from there. Until finally…
One thing I noticed with the leaves— in the trial and error of manual color correction— was the fact that the topside of the leaves has a darker, almost bluish color, absorbing more of the visible spectrum (of light), whereas the underside is yellowish. The leaves allow some light to pass through.
Of course, the roses of old had to expire at some point. It is what it is… a rose is a rose, thorns and all.
And you knew the April rose was going to decay too.
But death never comes without creation somewhere, sometime. Resources are limited, but nature finds a way. The only constant is: change.
Well, that’s it for now. I have an update on the season that’s overdue.
Until next time…