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?
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2 comments:
Beautiful you, my friend, beautiful you...
Oh, that is a lovely thought.
Roses are probably my favorite flower--I am looking forward to planting rose bushes once we move! (And, a garden...)
:)
Katherine
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