The roses on my desk are dead. They have been since last Monday, but I have yet to throw them away. Why? I’m not sure. It might be because I’m lazy or because my husband gave them to me or perhaps because I like dead thing. Who really knows.
I took this picture of one of the roses today because even though it is dead, I think it is beautiful. The cell phone picture really doesn’t do it justice the rose itself is a dark pink but now that it is dead it had dark maroon tips and yellow veins running through it. It is fascinating to me how nature can be so beautiful in so many of it’s different stages.