Winter Rose is a metaphor for my life. I have often felt that I bloomed alone out of season, which is rather sad, but also miraculous. The world around me has at times seemed cold and bleak, yet I've still survived and accomplished much. I also like the idea of bringing a bit of beauty into a sometimes harsh world.

There's a quote somewhere about Roses (metaphor for women) that bloom late being more precious and deeper, more fully formed. And then there's, "Memory is the power to gather Roses in Winter."

There's just something about the idea of a Rose blooming in Winter that is beautiful, magical and sad all at the same time. (Can you tell that I love metaphors? I explain my life through them.)

I loved reading through this thread - hope to read some more posts here.