Rose Hips

The banks of the stream are filled with rose hips, a blossom with tiny delicate tips. Shrubby, probably a rose of Sharon, white blossoms fill the bushy bank thereon. After cutting the lawn, I trim the brush, culling weeds and vines away from the bush. Yielding fragrant flowers and testy bees. In the evening deer nose around the trees. The treasured petals form a thoroughfare grown on prickly stems designed to ensnare. Each budding blossom, like a cherubim, with pollen nectar for a diadem.