The Best Blooms Are the Last Blooms

I stepped off the front porch after the rains in September. My eye was drawn to the last of the roses blooming in the garden.  I’ve been growing roses for a couple of years now and it seems to me every year that the roses always save the best for last, one final burst of color right before the cold winter wind blows through.  The best roses come at the end, sorta the grand finale display.