Old Rose

Old Rose Running out of time

Another frosty day in this part of the world. Last of the roses for this year. Next year will be here soon enough.




The days just blend together into one big mass of pain, hard to tell where one ends and another begins. Trying to look at the bright and cheerful side of things has gone beyond my reach, nowadays just trying to get through the day in the least amount of pain has become my goal.

Can’t Find My Way Home



When I first saw this little bee this morning, he was further down the face of the flower and not moving. Thought he had died there on the flower. He has moved up the flower in the last few hours but with the temperature in the 50’s and a storm coming into the area tonight. He may never find his way home again.