Beach Rose


Watered only by
rain and fog.
Poorly nourished
by sand and salt.
Untended by
nurturing hands.
Blistered by sun.
Buffeted by sea winds.
Flattened by bikes
abandoned in a
hurried dash
for the surf.
In spite of adversity,
or perhaps
because of it,
the hardy beach
rose thrives.

About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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1 Response to Beach Rose

  1. JoAnn says:

    Perfect and delightful

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