This weekend I stepped out onto the balcony for the first time in months to take a peek at how my roses are getting on. After clearing out the dead leaves, empty beer cans, dryer lint (?) and random pieces of paper towel (??), I started seeing tentative signs of life. I got so excited I couldn't keep my paws off the thorny little bastards - and consequently retreated scratched and bloodied like a tom cat from his first fight. May is coming! May is coming! May is coming!
OK, so May isn't really coming anytime soon, but a girl can dream, can't she? A girl can dream about a whole vacation planned around roses, can't she? How about a trip to
a rose festival, where the world's most fragrant roses are produced? Or a journey through
the most beautiful rose gardens on earth? On this dark, gray February day, the thought of rose-filled adventures lifts me from the gloom.
Other earthly delights getting me through the day:
Persian love cake with rosewater (my mom would really dig this)
Rosewater facial tonic (on my desk at work)
Lovely rosewater hand cream (in my desk drawer)
A beautiful rosy blush (in my makeup bag)
A classic rose fragrance (made for the wife of an American president)
My favorite rose lip balm (and one without petroleum)
A sweet nothing in the palest blush (not until I lose ten pounds)
Image credits: Mark Byrne via This is Glamorous, Nico Alari, Frolic, Infobarrel via Bohemian Hellhole.