roses in december

I see roses everywhere.It is like a rainbow of roses, but with a difference.They have such unbelievable colours.

I saw a green rose. Yes I almost went past the bush and saw all the buds in various stages and did not give it a second look. But I stopped by the next bush which had roses in doubt shades;deep violet with white streaks. When I was examining the beauty of these roses I gave a second glance at the earlier bush just to second guess what colour of roses did it have hidden in those buds. It was then that I noticed that the roses were already in bloom and they looked an extension of the leaves! Wonder why it needed such a camouflage!

The next bush was full of white roses and the whole bush was buzzing with bees; every one of the flowers were inhabited with tiny bees and they were deep inside or hovering about in queue for their turn to suck the nectar.I did not see bees in any other bush other than white.They seem to prefer white only. I could almost hear them say “give us any colour of rose provided they are white!”.

I am an avid walker but I could not move away from the rose garden.I had the time and the inclination to enjoy their beauty, what we typically see as moghul badsha’s regular pastime. The badshas seemed to have spent their entire life in the rose gardens, singing to their beloved with a beautiful rose in their outstretched hand. I don’t blame them, now.

There was a bush which had beautiful well shaped yellow roses on one branch and off white roses on another branch. No, they were not the two day old roses about to drop off. I thought the same and checked it out.

It is a beauty to see the roses in various stages of bloom. It is as though we are seeing god/s creation unfold before our eyes. I was not able to make out if I liked the roses just before bloom, they had a faint blush and held some mystery about them; or the roses which have just fully bloomed which in close view had such symmetrical and exquisite array of petals of such utter tenderness.I remain unsure!

I reluctantly went to the next bush and then the next which had such wonderful deep red, crimson, dark orange, light orange, a real red, pink rose and so many various shades for which I am not able to cite correct colours. My friend was as excited as I was and we had a game of identifying new colours of roses.It was a pleasant early winter morning with dew drops still on the rose petals and leaves and the sun was coming out through the palm trees in the walkway.The scene enveloped me; the entire scene was soothing to the eyes and the mind.
Time stood still.
Roses in December.