It is a beautiful year for the roses. A few years ago, I wanted to plant a hedge to separate the yard from the road going by the house. Not having an over abundance of cash to work with, I began it with starts from shrubbery at my parents' house. The little white "tea roses" begin putting out baby rosebushes galore, in the spring. So I was able to get all the roses I wanted. June is the most beautiful month, i think...everything is green and blooming. These little white roses are my favorite.
In Amy Carmichael's book Rose from Brier, she tells of how restful a beautiful picture was, in her time of illness; how it could take her, in her mind's eye, miles away from her sickroom. So here is a rose, for the one who wishes for a breath of springtime laden with the sweetness of roses; and the dampness of green, growing woods and fields; and new-mown hay.
"And may [its beauty]...speak not of a vanished spring, but of that to which we are hastening."
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