One of the rose bushes in my yard is blooming. The astonishing thing about this is that we have had several hard frosts. Nevertheless, Stanwell Perpetual has several blossoms even though the foliage has already started to turn. (I forgot to take the photo until dusk yesterday, so I had to use a flash. That's why the background is so dark.)
I'm taking this unexpected blossoming as a personal symbol that being a late bloomer . . . in life or in art . . . is a wondrous thing.