Sometimes, when it snows
I think about the brave rose
buried half alive.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
Proverbs 13:12
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Sometimes, when it snows
I think about the brave rose
buried half alive.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
Proverbs 13:12
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7 replies on “The Brave Rose”
Bette Midler’s song “The Rose” expresses your picture beautifully David.
Be Blessed!
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Thank you, Fred. I remember that tune! I will give it another listen today. Blessings!
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How they come back after winter is amazing. Right now I have 8 feet of snow piled up on my wife’s flower garden…I guess we will see how that goes
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Oh this is a perfect fit to what I discovered in my flower bed yesterday. The last traces of snow had finally melted away and I noticed the brilliant green of daffodil leaves beginning to push through the soil. How this happens each February in ice and below freezing temps never ceases to amaze me.
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It is amazing! We usually trim back our rose bushes in the fall, but we left this one for some reason. I was shocked to see it still had some green leaves.
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Roses are my favorite flower. And my middle name. Even though we have just a tiny side yard, we have planted three rose bushes. So very beautiful year after year!
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Yes they are quite beautiful. We have two rose bushes, and both of them are almost twenty years old! Thank you for reading and commenting!
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