Ghost ship drifting by...Canadian Navy gliding into Saanich Inlet
A little potted rose bush on my window sill. Outside, leafs are turning yellow and brown, and flutter to the hillside below.
The SURVIVOR. This little plant spent a couple of winter seasons outside in my garden, where occasional snow buried it, and more than occasional deer tested the consistency and taste of its rubbery leafs. In summer it was ejected from the house into relentless heat and almost perpetual draught.
Despite all those deprivations it manages to recover during the few weeks I actually take it inside the house, and rewards me for all that ill treatment with a burst of vibrant pink blossoms.
