Blooming

No more tear or dark spot.  Not that I was worried, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  I think it’s all beautiful.  Appreciate what you do have.  It’s more than you realize.  Bloom where your planted.  Blossom.  It’s time to come undone and open up.  Oh and, stop and smell the roses.  Happy trails.  ♥

Rose

 

I’ve watched this rose bud for what feels like weeks now.  It’s the first rose bud of the season.  It has endured almost freezing over night temps, wind, and down pouring rain. I greet it daily and this morning saw a dark spot and tear.  Oh honey… it’s time. Continue reading