My husband got me roses for Valentine's Day. Several times a day, I pass them by. I stop to smell them. They smell like sunshine, and summer, and nectar. They are beginning to look a little limp and I don't think they will be with me much longer. However, their scent is just as lovely, just as evocative.
I smell them more often now that I can see they are wilting. Soon, I will have to throw them away. I think I will miss them more than any rose I have ever smelled. Honestly, I have probably thought that of
every rose I have smelled knowing the inevitable can no longer be put off.
It is so easy to think we have forever when things are in full bloom. The browning edges always take us by surprise. Stop often to smell the roses. They were not meant to last forever, but to be enjoyed while they are here.
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There is nothing better for a person than that he should eat and
drink and find enjoyment in his toil. This also, I saw, is from the hand
of God
This is the day that the
Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
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