Crimson in a Yellow World

The garden in front of our home is graced by many rose bushes. My Beloved lovingly planted them many years ago and I now nurture them. Gorgeous yellow blossoms explode from a whole row of them. They vibrantly glow in the warm sunlight, petals quivering with delight from the caresses of a gentle breeze. Oddly, in the middle of one of them is a branch of deep crimson blooms. The sight is visually jarring yet beautiful. Of all the rose bushes, my eyes are most drawn to it. I often feel like one of the crimson blooms among all of the radiant yellow ones. Not better, nor worse, more beautiful or less, just different, yet the same.

With Love,
Russ

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About russtowne

My wife and I have been married since 1979. We have 3 adult children and 4 young grandsons. I manage a wealth management firm I founded in 2003. My Beloved is a Special Education teacher for Kindergartners and First Graders. I'm a published author of 23 books in a variety of genres for grownups and children. In addition to my family, friends, investing, and writing, my passions include reading, watching classic movies, experiencing waves crashing on rocky shores, hiking in ancient redwood forests, and enjoying our small redwood grove and fern garden.
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10 Responses to Crimson in a Yellow World

  1. It’s snowing here. Again. Sigh.
    Diana xo

  2. ksbeth says:

    beautiful thoughts, russ )

  3. I love pretty flowers but alas have none here

  4. utesmile says:

    It soudns beautiful how you describe it. It is surely fun and rewarding nurturing them! Wishing you a lovely Easter!

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