Well, not a rose exactly. But a grocery item you rarely see like this:
Rosie and I spent some time gardening today. This despite waking up this morning with a massive gardening hangover from yesterday afternoon. (When I mentioned this to my studio teacher, he said, "It is so New England of you to spend the day gardening as soon as it's spring.") I pulled weeds from the gravel pit of stupidity (I will never understand why people put those in, especially when they put in only 2-3 inches of gravel). I was impressed by the bloom of the artichoke, which I've never seen like this.
More usually I see something like this. These two guys are my dinner tonight.
Curiosity led me to cut off and slice open one of the big blooms (that, and the desire to keep the plant from spending itself on going to seed). Very interesting how the heart grows and changes but maintains a lot of the vegetable form.
Rosie stole one of the buds that was too far gone to be good eating, and we played catch with it for a while. Must remember to bring home a new tennis ball from school tomorrow.
