I have had this rosebush for a number of years. This year, for the first time, it decided to display two different color roses. I examined the bush from the bottom up and back down again, tracing the shoots to see if another rosebush had suddenly grown beside it and intertwined with it. No, it was, indeed, the single bush I had planted several years ago. I stood there, gazing at it, dumbfounded, thinking that even the plants had lost their minds. Rosie had apparently quit therapy and had allowed her other personality to bloom or, she just decided to make a statement. I marveled over this and asked my husband, the scientist, about it. He explained something of a cross-hybrid situation. Whatever it is, I am wowed to say the least. A gift, perhaps, during a troubled time? Or mere coincidence. As a woman who takes nothing for granted, who believes in miracles and grace and the insurmountable power of love, I will choose the former.
I promise more humor soon. After all, life truly can be humorous, can't it? Laughter is, as the saying goes, good for the soul. It is also good for the mind and body. Even the darkest situations can often seem humorous later. But for right now, please hang on, please stay with me for the ride. It's been a rough and bumpy one lately with Liam and his mom as she falters in the dark and tries to find her way. And there are some things that shouldn't be laughed at just yet. But my heart has always been a light one, a joyful one, and I know that once a warm breeze settles in and blows away the clouds, you'll be in for some light-hearted sunshine. I promise.
PS...I did finally pull all those darned weeds.
Copyright 2008 liamsgrandma
