Mystic Rose

I hadn’t seen him in the neighborhood since last year when he asked me for the first pink Rose-bud that bloomed in my front garden, and taken aback, I said no (something I really regretted doing). Then a few days ago, as I was looking out my upstairs window, I saw him walking along the path that crosses in front of my house. I really didn’t think much of it at the time.

But yesterday, as I was watering, I noticed that my pink Rose was gone. The first bloom on that Rose bush this season. Gone. No proof that one even ever existed; no bud left naked as evidence that the wind might have blown it’s pedals away; no torn stem where one might have ripped it off the main branch; and, nothing to indicate that a Deer was the culprit. Hello?

Oh, I know what you’re thinking, ‘this gal’s a few bubbles off plumb.’ But come on now, how bizarre is this? And why that Rose? There are other stunning Roses in my front garden. And, he had to of walked past the Garden Lady’s house. Her yard if FULL of colorful blooming Roses. I would have noticed if he had a Rose when I saw him. But he didn’t. He didn’t take anything from her yard. Did he take something from mine? And, if he did, why that Rose in particular?

There is nothing mystical about a pink Rose ~ is there?