I walked out front this morning and sat in my rocker on the porch to gaze at the lake and let Auggie run and do his morning business. Than I saw it. The rose bush. This bush was given to me by a family member to console me. When I planted it, I wasn't very hopeful. I have tons of sand out front and the bush looked a little weary. The bush bloomed this morning. Pale yellow and orange roses. Two roses on my little bush. I stared at the roses, smiled and brought my dog and coffee inside. Peace springs forth from some of the most unexpected places.
4 comments:
And may each inch of growth, every new leaf and the new buds be a gift of peace to the soul within.
I have never been a hard chick to please. It's always been the little things with me Mark....
I know what you mean!
Are you going to that church today?
Lou,
I wanted to, but alas I am a waitress and Sundays are not a day of rest in my line of work. I am trying to see what other services are availabe, ie Wednesday night bible studies etc..
Post a Comment