We could add to this:
A time to bud, and a time to bloom.
A time to stop flowering, and a time to die.
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As King Solomon said,
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones to together;
A time to to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and at time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to ikeep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace."
We will leave Cousin Rose here with her pretty cousins Lady Dianna. She still stand tall, having done her part well.
Some time later, this is how I found one of Cousin Rose's petals.
Music: The Rose on Pan Flutes -- Free download -- clip.dj
As you can see, Cousin Rose is on a different bush and is a yellow-orange. I remember this one from last year. There was only one rose and it bloomed so beautifully I have not forgotten it. However, it did not last very long in its beauty. Once it became full, it was not the same.
Its covering has dropped down and it will begin to bloom tomorrow.
A week has gone by since the last pictures and Cousin Rose is beginning her downward paths. She still looks beautiful, although most of her the yellowness has gone.