The color and fragrance of the roses in my garden seem to be accentuated as the summer has gently stepped into fall. Each one is appreciated like a treasure, a miracle because they are fewer, rarer these days. With the cooler weather, somehow, they seem more vibrant, tenacious, exquisite!
Its been a wonderful year for roses, but now, as I walk daily inbetween the plants with the tilted autumn sun on my back, I revel in finding them reaching for me, seemingly wanting me to embrace them as they seem to want to embrace me.
I wonder, does the breath of God smell like the fragrance of the rose?
Its been a wonderful year for roses, but now, as I walk daily inbetween the plants with the tilted autumn sun on my back, I revel in finding them reaching for me, seemingly wanting me to embrace them as they seem to want to embrace me.
I wonder, does the breath of God smell like the fragrance of the rose?