The Promise of a Rose

I honestly don't know what this blog is going to be like - if you're reading this maybe I've written many many more posts and you've gone back in the archives just to see what some of the first posts were like (here's hoping ;) or maybe you've just stumbled across it - which is completely fine by me!

This beautiful June morning I just wanted to share a few thoughts my brain had while walking back to the house from feeding the chickens and seeing this beautiful first rose of the season

 About two years ago this rose bush was cut off to the ground, it had been lost in a jungle of overgrown weeds, sumac, and just over all neglect that was finally pretty much bulldozed leaving apparently nothing, a clean slate - but then a small, bit of a rose bush sprouted, just a stick really - but it was life, I wondered if it was worth coddling doubting if it would ever bloom again, but I cleared the area around the stick, put bricks around it and left it to its devices. The first year leaves sprouted and the stick put off a few shoots - I just kept leaving it alone - and now this year it put off more leaves and more shoots and I was so delighted when I saw it had blossoms! I still wasn't sure if they would actually bloom - but then sure enough over the last week the blossoms got bigger and started to show color and this morning I see this beauty - with the promise of even more to come.

The rose had been so trampled so neglected so beaten down, and yet with a little bit of care and some time it rallied and is all the more beautiful for it.

Blessings!