The Blush On A Rose.

Two early morning pink roses with dew drops on them.

Woke up to the rose bush outside my bedroom full of these beautiful pink roses. I am always cheered by them. Fun part of living in Texas is that they bloom year round.

Life Among The Weeds.

A red rose blossom among dead leaves.

A red rose blossoms in a flower bed that holds only dead plants from the previous year. It proves life will find a way because this rose happens to be wild.

I noticed it fighting to break the soil last summer and thought it would not survive the winter. It just had to prove me wrong. Our roses are in another flower bed and not a red one in the bunch. Still trying to figure out where the red one came from.

“Thistle” While You Work

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I was walking out around our deck, looking for inspiration for today’s photo. I kept being drawn back to a weed, not the beautiful aloe¬†plants, or cacti. No, it was this cluster of thistle that I kept coming back to.

A backyard full of gorgeous plants, and a weed catches my eye. Was it because it’s a weed, and in my mind, it doesn’t belong. Or is it the fact that even a weed can be beautiful.

I think it speaks to me that even in a world full of beautiful people, there are those of us who feel more akin to the weed. Unwanted, and destined to be cast out of the garden.

Yet the thistle,  like so many other weeds, performs a service in that it has medicinal uses. It makes me wonder how you see yourself. As a beautiful flower. Or are you a weed? Let me know your thoughts in the comments.