Monday Smiles – 4/6/2015
Over the weekend, I posted a picture of a rose from our back yard on Facebook with the caption, Spring is here. At 70, I am no longer a serious enough gardener to be considered a rose grower, but here in the SoCal climate, roses thrive as long as they get enough water. With the drought we are enduring, that could become an issue down the road, but for now, they grace our yard without much care. A Facebook friend, one given to leaving snide comments even as he Likes my photographs said of my rose photo, And after such a hard winter too ….. It is true that winter here in SoCal is more like spring in much of the country so it’s easy to take a rose for granted. But even here where the winter temperatures seldom fall below fifty, there are other kinds of winter. At seventy, it sometimes feels like the winter of life and there are of course, winters of the soul and spiritual winters. At seventy, small miracles like the first rose in the untended garden don’t seem so small and, just as the first crocus poking its purple head through the snow can bring hope of warmer days to come, the first bright harbingers of spring can thaw a cold heart and warm a chilled spirit.
It’s Monday. It’s spring. I’m smiling.
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Older Eyes 
April 6, 2015 at 12:29 pm
Lovely pictures, Buddy, you may have older eyes, but you’ve also got a good eye! (a little corny, I know, but I really mean it) I’d also like to tell you how much I admire the way you connect various pictures, cartoons, songs, etc. to the topic of the day, it’s a nice touch. We’re leaving sunny Florida this week and heading to the much cooler North sooner than I would really like. However, we’re often greeted back home by a few spring flowers poking through the mulch letting us know that Spring is indeed here so, I’m smiling too.
Carole Lilley
April 7, 2015 at 7:00 am
With every passing year, I too sense the miracles within ordinary small joys, like the first rose or the first robin in spring. Lovely post.