It is rose season in Connecticut. Every year I look forward to their blooms. They are beautiful.
Yes, they have thorns and can be prickly. Sometimes they draw blood. Still, they make life interesting while they are with us, even if rose season is far too short.
Since last month I have written about my son John's serious illness. He didn’t make it. He was just too weak and in too much pain. Late Wednesday John's heart gave out. He couldn’t be brought back. The poor guy never caught a break during the painful six week ordeal triggered by a diabetic coma and compounded by a severe allergic reaction to the anti-seizure medicine.
John was only 30. At least his pain is over.
I am going to see whether wandering around and making photographs is a good distraction.