This rose is still blooming in Brooklyn, New York – and it’s the middle of November! I love how temperate the climate of Brooklyn is. The rose reminds me of a song by my all-time favorite Broadway composer, the one and only Jerry Herman. The song goes:
“The best of times is now,
What’s left of summer but a faded rose?
The best of times is now,
As for tomorrow well, who knows, who knows, who knows?”
What a lovely autumn this has been. Let’s hope for the best of times tomorrow, too!