SUMMER ROSES

On a cold, chilly evening I was looking at some photos of roses.  I thought I would share them for my next post.

"Oh dear!  Is Summer over?"

I  heard a rosebud moan,

When first her eyes she opened

And found she was alone.

"Oh, why did Summer leave me,

Little me, belated?

Where are the other roses?

I think they might have waited."

Soon the little rosebud

Saw to her surprise

Other rosebuds opening,

So she dried her eyes.

Then I heard her laughing

Gaily in the sun,

"I thought Summer was over.

Why it's just begun."

by

Oliver Herford

(Sharing a few memories of summer.)

THIS LIFE....

"This life is but a garden bed,

The rain it comes and goes.

You can prick yourself on all the thorns,

Or you can learn to love the rose."

~Erin Hanson~