the rose bushes outside my back door haven't bloomed in a while. i trimmed them back quite a bit recently, and now they sit content to soak up rain. new dark leaves are emerging, and i think of all that happens in seasons of rest and early dusk. the nutrients that are collecting in brown stems, and roots that stretch down beneath the surface of things seen. all of this, without the blossom, is enough for now. and i look forward to more roses on the window sill after the rains are finished.