A rose by any other name

3 sleeps to go.

I used dislike roses intensely. How could they be so pretty and yet so prickly? How could they smell so sickly and drop their petals all over the place?

How annoying were they when they grabbed at your down jacket as you walked past? Or when they would stab your favourite wee boy in the forehead or leg when he couldn't stop in time and hurtled into them?

I mean, how rude!!

Somehow, over the past 6 months or so, I've gone through a metamorphosis of sorts.

Back then, I didn't like gold. Now I do.

Back then, I didn't like roses. Now I do.

Back then, smiles were something I could hardly remember how to do. Now I can.

Funny how your tastes change when you give the real you a chance to shine. =)