A trip to the NYBG on October 30th gleaned these still-bloomers, which I have hoarded until this cold winter day. 




Now, isn’t a living flower so much better than a dead one? And look, they’re not covered with poisons, as most of the roses people are buying today will be. Also, these free-growing plants are notably lacking in the memory of the pain and diminished lives of those who harvest roses in clouds of pesticides and herbicides far from our shores.
The commodification of love is what gets celebrated today, unless you say otherwise.
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