Web roses grow in the fertile places between pixels. It's dark there, you know, and vibrating with energy. The seeds sift down, between, after they are dropped from high places by birds (like Site Swallows, Flickers, and Pixelhatches) or buried there by mice and then forgotten.

Then they sprout, as all seeds do, when they receive enough rain and warmth to soften their hard seed shells. The rain and warmth they need falls like currents of energy and vibrates and hums. Particles of light and color coax them up until they are tall and strong and ready to flower.

This was an especially good season for them and I might even have to trim them back as they are starting to overgrow the pathways between the pages of my electric garden.