We are nearly three weeks into this lockdown, and, as usual, I'm kept busy being guardian of the garden.
Spring came early this year, pushing premature life into our local ecosphere. Already the sun competes with water. The sounds of frogs and crickets compete with tinnitus. Pollen competes with sinuses.
The garden is buzzing.
Even the herbs are fighting for our attention...
And next in line to erupt forth; the roses...
Over the next couple of weeks, tens of thousands of rose buds will burst into flower. This year looks to be amazing.
There are colours everywhere, sparkling.
But behind each rose is a thorn, behind each flower; a sting...
A metaphor for life methinks...
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