Rose

I am beginning to understand why people get so funny about roses (cultivating them, fussing over them. dreaming about them.)

I think they have a glamour. Not just the kind that means fancy, or extravagant...

but the kind that bewitches.

 
I was drawn like a moth to this tiny window all day, lured by the ballerina-skirt ruffles of these two Elle roses I had perched there in an old bottle.

Spellbound.