Well Winter tapped me on the shoulder when I left the house this morning – it said “I know you think I was vacationing, but I’m back” … it sure was back and it was 18 degrees with a 9 degree wind chill when I stepped out of the house this morning. It was brutally cold, even in a heavy down coat.
While enroute to the Park every day I pass a large home with a corner piece of property. There is a tri-corner garden and they take care to ensure there are always flowers filling that garden all through the growing season. In Spring, there is a beautiful array of tulips, perennials all Summer and through the Fall. In the back of the garden, tall ornamental grasses wave slightly in the breeze, and though they will fade to light brown, they’ll last throughout the wintry months.
For some reason, there is a single tea rose bush planted smack dab in the middle of that flower garden. It looks like it might have wandered into the garden on its own, because, while it is beautiful, it looks gracefully out of place with the other sturdier flowers and grasses.
The homeowner didn’t cut down the flowers in the Fall, thus this very tall rosebush languishes with a single red bloom that is frozen solid at the tip of the tall stem.
There’s no use trying to bend down and take a whiff as the bloom froze in place way back in November when we had that snow and freezing rain.
I was thinking about that rose as I walked along, and then the expression “stop and smell the roses” … I have been trying to take more time to enjoy the little things in life, but it is hard sometimes. I was more diligent in keeping up with household and yard work chores ‘til I started walking and then gradually I’ve let those items languish, casting them aside to head out the door for a walk.
Then writing encompasses my time as well. Funny that walking and writing never compete against each other and when the pie of the day’s agenda is sliced, those fun things and work, of course, take up the largest pieces.
Even sleep takes a backseat sometimes I mutter as I finish up this post while the 11:00 p.m. clock is chiming.
Now, the “old me” would never have let things slide – the “new me”, however, puts on blinders and heads outside or over to the computer.
Three very good friends who battle chronic and debilitating illnesses from time to time have told me “do what you want to do, every day that you can … that work will be waiting for you when you return” … I took their advice and have adopted that mantra as my own. A little too much so it seems as I look around.
There are no regrets and no looking back now that I’ve stopped to smell the roses.
Just as I returned home the mail carrier was walking down my driveway. What should be in my mailbox today but the Jackson & Perkins rose catalog featuring the introduction of the 2015 rosebushes – a trio of names that sound like they should be stepping out for a night on the town for New Year’s Eve: “Pure Posh”, “Daring Spirit” and “Obsession” … the first flower catalog of the year, though the growing season here in Michigan is still a good five months away.
Leafing through the catalog gives one something to dream on as we near the end of the year and look forward to a brand-new year.
There will be plenty of bright and sunny days ahead to grow beautiful roses such as this bloom from my climbing rosebush “Stairway to Heaven” which image I caught early one dewy Summer Sunday morning.
Keep the faith … sometimes it’s all we’ve got.