I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
It's amazing how people can change over the years. In high school, Kathy was always sweet and nice and caring. People loved her personality. She had a sparkling laugh. People would tell her jokes just to hear it. And her long, black hair was sleek, smooth, and shiny. If she would have advertised a certain shampoo, I would have bought it.
But Kathy never had a date in high school. We were superficial at that age, and Kathy was not the prettiest girl in the school. Sweet, but not beautiful.
But now, Kathy had changed. I was shocked. She still had the same sweet personality, the same gorgeous hair, and the same sparking laugh. But she was definitely different. She was beautiful. She glowed. Her skin was radiant. She would have made a model jealous. Kathy had blossomed into a beautiful woman.
She was, as my mother would put it, a late bloomer.
The rose Safrano has been a late bloomer for me. Not that she blooms late in the season, but that it took years for her to become a beautiful shrub. She has always had beautiful blooms, just not a lot of them. Each bloom was sweet, with delicate coloring. But, even with just a few blooms, I knew she had potential.
Unfortunately, as a young shrub, she was always bit gangly. Even with her soft blooms and healthy foliage, I wouldn't have called her beautiful. But this year has been different.
Safrano has been in my garden for almost five years. It has taken all these years, but finally, Safrano has begun to bloom in full flushes. She spreads her arms out confidently. She glows with a radiant splendor. This year, she is revealing her beauty.
I can't seem to take my eyes off of her.
I think she will become even more beautiful as the years pass.
Safrano is an old garden tea rose, grows in zones 7 through 9, fragrant, and disease resistant. She has a delicate beauty about her. But in order to see it, you'll have to give her some time. She's a late bloomer.