"Some people grumble that roses have thorns;
I am grateful that thorns have roses."
Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr
Critic, Journalist, Novelist
In a busy week, it is restful and uplifting to step into the sleeping garden, and find that the rose bushes are brushing the sleep from their eyes. These vines look somewhat lively! There are minute signs of spring emerging. It is happening at a gradual pace this year. In fact, despite sunshine and some bits of green peeking up through the earth, the mercury only rose to 18 degrees Fahrenheit here today. Brrrr!
While we await the vernal equinox, I will try to notice each small bit of growth as an individual miracle.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you time to stop and smell the roses,
or to marvel over the blush-rose color of the thorns, as the case may be. ;)