Falling Petals.
The Seven Sisters rose bush by the corner of the back deck
only blooms for a short time in the spring. As it drops the petals off its blooms,
it looks a bit like pink snow. And the petals have the loveliest smell about
them. Today it was fun to gather up a basket of the petals and spread them out
on a small blanket in the back bedroom. Maybe they will continue to smell good
in a basket after they are dry enough not to mold. Anyway, that is my
intention.
Now the poet Robert Herrick wrote about the young girls who
were eligible for marriage—and how they should make good use of that time in
life that showed them in their best light. But you know, some of us older folks
may feel at times that this is our best time in life when we know we are loved,
we don’t expect too much of life, and we know that life can be even fuller by
the day as we love others. You each undoubtedly have your own opinion about
these things, but let me assure you, no matter what age we may attain nor what
wrinkled condition may be seen, the love that flows from God is always
brightest when shared with others.
Each day makes its own marks on our thoughts and in our
hearts. Let us give only the best as our part to life.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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