Sometimes it's all in the timing, you know?

You see, today is the 17th of October, a time of year when I can be walking out into snow and cold, but today I walked out to my garden and was greeted by

One

Perfect

Rose

All around it are the signs of impending winter. Most of the trees have shed their leaves. The rosebush itself is covered with bright orange rose hips where June's blossoms once sat, some of its own leaves have begun to yellow. Logic dictates that this rose blossom should not be. But it is.

My world is slowly easing from gold to beige and eventually to the white blanket of winter. We've had hard frosts, even a snow, and really that should be it for this rosebush, but it refuses to quit.

I want to be like this plant, still trying, still creating, long after the calendar tells me I shouldn't be.

Aging is inevitable. One perfect rose has reminded me that getting old is not.