Pocket of joy: Roses

Although I regularly post photos of flowers, the roses bring me special joy. Both my pink and my yellow roses are in bloom right now. I love the term “pocket of joy.” I first heard it on a Netflix reality show when one of the main stars, speaking of his difficult growing-up years, also spoke of the…

“The optimist sees the rose…”

When we went away for the weekend there were no blooms on the pink rose bush.  However, a message on Sunday from our neighbor that her daughter had picked one of our roses let us know that blooms appeared while we were gone…   “The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares…

Clobbered but coming back

About a year and a half ago we had a dead tree removed, and when it fell it clobbered one of our rose bushes. (If you’re not familiar with the word clobbered, it means the rose bush was hit hard and severely battered.) Last year there were no blooms, and we were worried that the rose bush was damaged…

“I Wish the Sky Would Rain Down Roses…”

“You love the roses—so do I. I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush. Why will it not? Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on. They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be like sleeping…