I went out to sit with rose this morning. I have a (gifted to me) 17th century old Bourbon rose, with the most wonderful fragrance. I had never wanted to harvest the blooms!! And cut short the beauty. So this morning I just sat with rose. After a while, I asked about this problem. A breeze came up and all these pretty pink petals came twirling down. Ah hah! I harvested these petals and spent blooms. And my heart opened wide and I cried happy tears. Thank you, Rose!