I thought I might clip the stem and bring her into the house to get warm. Then perhaps she might fulfill the measure of her creation and bloom. Just five days earlier my gardens were under an eight inch blanket of snow... our first snowstorm of the season.
And so my crazy little bud began to open... one petal at a time.
I soon noticed an interesting little anomaly within her petals. See how they fold inward to form little cheeks? An enchanting little moniker that tells the world "I'm unique!"
I was intrigued with the wide open petals... was this a result of the stiff winds that whipped through gardens the night before? Or some inner defense to capture all the sunlight she could muster to survive.
The winds brought lower temps. Low, low single digit temps... for several days. And the winds were ferocious! And more snow fell upon my gardens.
And somehow my crazy little rose survived.
This time the snow did not melt... and the freezing cold... yup, it's still here, too.
and my crazy little rose....
gathers ice crystals from the dry winter air.
Frozen in Time