In the light of those terrible events of November 13 in Paris, I started thinking about victory … winners means losers.
This has been going on for ever.
When I was a child in Britain, there was a popular rhyme chanted around bonfires on Guy Fawkes Night. Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and plot … When I look at the rest of the verses, the words are chilling.
Right now, the only saving grace in this challenge using the word ‘victory’ that I can find, is that there is a type of flower called Victory Roses.
This photo isn’t one of them. These not-long opened buds are just one of Nature’s everyday surprises in someone else’s garden – each one beautiful, growing together, like friends.
All text and photos by Meg
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