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
Russ Towne's A Grateful Man 
It’s snowing here. Again. Sigh.
Diana xo
I’m sorry to hear it, my friend. It’s got to be frustrating. May your weather soon be as warm as your heart.
Russ
From your lips to God’s ears! 🙂
I have it on good authority Spring is headed your way sometime in the next month or so, and because you are such a good person, perhaps sooner!
Yay – thanks Russ!
beautiful thoughts, russ )
I’m honored that you think so and took the time to let me know. Thank you..
Russ
I love pretty flowers but alas have none here
Bloom where you’re planted, my friend! ;-D!
May the beauty of flowers soon envelop you in their fragrant splendor.
Russ
It soudns beautiful how you describe it. It is surely fun and rewarding nurturing them! Wishing you a lovely Easter!