It sounds dark and a bit morbid, but this is what it is apparently called. Popping off the dead blooms on my rose bush allows new fresh blooms to appear sooner then if I just let them dry up and fall off on their own.
As I performed this rite on my four little bushes the other day, my mind had nothing else to do but analogise it to my own life. There comes a time when a phase or circumstance or even habit of life needs to come to a close. Sometimes it is a quick death. Sometimes it fades slowly. Regardless, the bloom time is ending.
Deep thoughts for a Tuesday, I know. (: But I resolve to not hang on to old, faded and crusty blooms because new, fresh and fragrant blooms are preparing to bud!