Pondering Hope in Everyday Moments
My potted roses are almost ready to bloom. In addition to the red roses, the pink, rose, gold, and coral-colored roses (not pictured) are also ready to pop. Most of them will bloom all summer, but they will never again be as beautiful as they will be in April.
I can’t wait.
I spent the week in the mountains. It was very dry, so I didn’t see many wildflowers. Before I left for the mountains, my new rose bush (bred specifically for growing in a pot) was covered with buds. When I returned, I found it in full bloom. Roses always make me think of Our Lady.
What is it about roses that makes them so special?
Earlier this October I noticed a volunteer Morning Glory popping up in my rock garden. That plant is doomed to failure, I thought.
Now, it’s delighting me with its first blossom, and more buds are forming. I can’t imagine it surviving the winter, but hey, who am I to complain if it wants to live.
I’ll keep watering it.
Contemplation Garden 