There is a lovely, melancholy song about October roses, but our long warm fall lingered, gracing us with roses until mid-November. Growing roses in the front yard is a neighborly thing to do, inviting walks around the block with the dog. Once the leaves begin to pile up in the grass, as the days grow shorter, the seasons are changing, no matter my longing for a few more hot summer nights. After the winds and snow storms set in, the roses are gone with the autumn, and the crumpled brown wads left among the thorns remain, place marks for another spring.
