October rain brings November flowers....

These roses are starting to bloom again, my favorite oranges, like a fiery sunset I remember seeing in Arizona while spending a summer with my father. The house we were living in had a large boat stored in the back of it. Another kid and I used to lay out on the land-boat at sunset and watch the sky fade to black. The stars there were awe inspiring to me, with no city light to dim their shine, I was in amazement every night and still haven't seen anything to rival its glory since. Funny how colors, or smells can trigger those feelings. Like everything is connected on invisible strings that a puppeteer pulls at strange times just to mess with you. My clematis has never bloomed two times in one year! Most of the plant itself is actually brown and crisp from the cold. If you follow the stem upwards it looks like there wouldn't be a way for the water and nutrients to even get up that high to produce a flower. Another ploy from the puppeteer to mess with my head, I'm convinced.

The pansies like the chill but even after the frost we've had they are still a happy little group of purple souls... not so much an enigma but a proud survivor, still holding strong despite the grey days.

I wish you colors like this in your days - even if they're grey!