The other night I was
trying to save what roses
I could -those leftover from
As I was re-cutting the stems
I thought how much like
us those roses are.
There are some that
are just opening,
with the blush of early life
riding on their brow,
untouched yet by the rain
and storms one finds in
and storms one finds in
adulthood.
They are full of promise
and hope of the blooms they
will become.
And, next to it,
a rose in full bloom-
having seen the joys of life
she has come into full bloom.
She is in her full glory...
right here...right now...
unblemished yet by the pain
that aging brings.
Which brings us to those of us
that have lost the blush of youth
and
have moved quietly into the
next phase of our life.
We are still full of life but a bit
paler, perhaps less vibrant,
but still a thing of beauty.
Are you with me?
We are all beautiful in
God's eyes-Beautiful creatures
from birth-
to our last days on Earth...
What is another of God's beautiful
creatures?
Why-Robins, of course.
Here we have a robin that
is nesting right outside our
bathroom window....
Isn't that a beautiful robin?
Well, if you are nodding your head
I know that you aren't really
reading - you are just skimming
again, aren't you?
Caught ya!
THIS IS NOT A ROBIN.
This is a
Mourning Dove.
Here are her babies.
They are almost ready to
fly the nest.
Aren't they sweet?
This is the third batch of babies
raised here this year.
It has been a joy to watch
each family grow, spread its wings
and fly away.
Speaking of flying away
I think I need to get off here
and get a few things done.
Ah-yes-
My ride is here....
each family grow, spread its wings
and fly away.
Speaking of flying away
I think I need to get off here
and get a few things done.
Ah-yes-
My ride is here....
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