I photographed this rose on a walk around my neighborhood one morning six months ago to the day. The dew drops were not from rain or overnight dew, but a good morning soaking from the homeowner's garden hose. I walked my dog past this same address a couple of days ago and found something completely different. The rose bush was banked in deep snow, and was pierced with icicles that had snapped from the second story gutters. Winter in Illinois turns me blue for you.
Here's another attempt at a rose in pastel — two of my favorite things.