Routes Of Presence: Forever like the rose

When I was an infant, my mother used to sing the Seals and Crofts song Forever Like the Rose to me to calm me down. She sang it slightly differently than Seals and Crofts did, and to be honest, I still prefer her slower version to the original recording. When I came home from yoga in the park today, I walked into the kitchen, and saw this beautiful rose in a vase on the windowsill.

Photo by Ariana Salvo. May not be used without permission.

Our neighbour has a rosebush that grows up his red brick wall outside our kitchen window. Despite not being cared for or watered, it has produced some excellent blossoms over the last couple of weeks. They came and went rather quickly, and I thought that was it for this spring. But apparently I missed one that my mother, whose sharp eye notices such details, caught.

Photo by Ariana Salvo. May not be used without permission.

The rose was so delicate, its petals so creamy, and the light touching it so gracefully, that I could not resist grabbing my camera and sharing it with you, along with the lyrics of the song my mom used to sing to me, because the two complement each other so perfectly.