John tells me there is a space in the world for white flowers,
that they are too often overlooked in favor of their flashier companions.
This may be true,
or it’s that he’s color blind.
Either way, around here, a rose in November deserves a little recognition for being brave.
Just for being,
no matter the color.
Glad you agree! 🙂
I was catching up with all of your blogging today on your path for continuous posting because I was afraid I had missed something, but it turns out, I’ve read them all so far! Keep going!
Technically this overabundance of blogging is still all your fault! Good thing I love it! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
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