Little by little, the buds on the rosebush in my garden begin to open.

The buds burst open at the first sign of spring.

The flowers are still in bloom.

Blossoms develop from buds.

Blossoms develop from buds.

The roses are in bud.

A rose is sweeter in the bud than full blown.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.

The buds began to open.

The buds are beginning to show signs of color.

This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.