stop and smell the roses

I was trying to get a picture of these roses still blooming in our late November garden, but Zeus had other ideas… they’re pretty and apparently also delicious.  He came over for a sniff, then
very delicately snatched it from my hand and proceeded to maul it, plucking petals and strewing them about.  I suppose I enjoy rose tea or jam myself…

Here’s take two… the bright side of climate change!  No need to move back to the south. I can stay put and wait while it comes to me.
Hey, I’m trying to be an optimist here?