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I’ve watched the news lately with a sick heart and a lot of anxiety. Part of that is because my 22 year old son lives in NYC, but the majority is for the many people whose lives have been turned upside down by hurricane Sandy. 
The only thing other than a lot of prayer that’s made me calm, hopeful, even optomistic is my rose garden. Some roses are big and showy like New York. Others are small and make their mark with perfect symmetry, fragrance, or color. When the heavy rains and winds come, some of the blooms are beaten up, but there’s an amazing number with their heads held high, determined to keep on blooming until frost. 
So, I’m sharing some of my roses this morning in hopes that whatever storm you’ve experienced or are experiencing now, whether inward or outward, you’ll take a lesson from the roses and keep blooming.
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My prayers are with you and your son, Kim. And thanks for sharing these beautiful roses. Such a magnificent sign of hope and the future. Best to you and yours!
Thanks, Jackie. He’s fine. It was frightening with him being there and me being here. But it was a great big affirmation that I’m not in control of anything or anyone but me:-)
Love this post. Mother Nature has a lot to teach us about beauty and resilience, doesn’t she? What amazes me are pansies. Even in the most frigid of temperatures and covered with a blanket of snow, their pretty little faces are still there!
Thanks, Jayne! If you look on the blog, maybe from this summer, you’ll see a recipe for DEER BE DAMNED, a spray I’ve concocted to keep said deer away. We lost a friend Friday and were distraught as we headed out of town. Translation–we forgot to spray the roses. And boy did it show. Pansies recover for the deer as well as long as they don’t yank them out of the ground!