Weather-beaten

The winds and rain beat down on our beautiful roses; our beautiful summer flowers. They remain stoical against the might of the weather; the prevailing easterly winds. Battered and bruised they will resurface again, but this time a little wearier. A little less strong. Soon they will give up the ghost. Give up the fight.

Their weather-beaten faces remind me to make the most of the flowers. To save them from the elements. Nurture them back to life in the harshest of the winter months. We need nature as much as nature needs us. Treat her with respect or face the consequences.