Khaki work clothes
Black soil in spring
Driving to look at the crops
A white coffee mug
Ice tea with crushed ice
Raspberry bushes and roses
Garage filled with grease and tools
Memories of dad on his birthday
“I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.”
~ Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Air muggy and thick
Roses bejewelled with
shining raindrops
“We’re as ephemeral as raindrops.
We all fall, and we all land somewhere.”
~ Robert Charles Wilson, author
What drew me to this rose today?
the pink of it’s newness did call to me but did not notice and pass.
Close, I took this image as if the delicate rose deserved a place on this page. Or maybe I deserved to
carry it’s tenderness with me, knowing that ‘this too shall pass’ as the summer also blossoms only to fade and vanish
never to be seen again but a new tender rose will blossom on the same rosebush in the new year.
“Come out here where the roses have opened. Let soul and world meet.”
~ Rumi
