Roses from the Asphalt
Roses are extremely important to me. I have always liked them a bit more than normal. Perhaps it's because I grew up surrounded by flowers and butterflies, a memory I deeply cherish. Although I currently live in a four-story building with no patio or garden, I have managed to create my own oasis. Well... I do have a garden, but it's on the balcony. That's where all my little plants live, and among them, my beloved roses.
Last week, the white rose bush decided to give me a beautiful gift: a small bouquet of white roses took over the scenery on my balcony. Their delicate fragrance and immaculate petals fill my space with serenity. Today I want to share with you the evolution of this miracle, from when they were just closed little buds until the fourth flower began to open, showing its heart. It was like witnessing an entire film of beauty and growth.
It is a pleasure for me to give you, even if it's through words and pictures, a little piece of this beauty that accompanies me every day. Nature always finds a way to surprise us and fill our lives with color.
I am a Doctor of Microbiology, a lover of nature, literature, music, cooking, and life itself. A staunch defender of family and children.
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