Today was one of those "feel blah" days. Maybe I am just pushing myself a bit too much trying to get things straightened out in the gardens or maybe I am still a tad under the weather or maybe I am just missing my kids...maybe it is a combination of all those things. Who knows??? Still, regardless of the multitude of things that needed to be done, my brain was in a fog. The day passed with me acting like some animatronic puppet. Late this afternoon, I took one last hike about the property. As usual, the hike started at the pier and then meandered around back to the canebrake before taking me into the vegetable garden. It was there that my attitude had a major adjustment.
While in the back near the creek, I noticed that the Cherokee Roses were blooming. Their white blossoms could be seen far up in the branches of the maples that dot the creek bed. Seeing this made me hurry to the garden. On the east arbor, our wild Cherokee Rose was in full bloom. Yep, it is still February and the thing is splashing white blooms everywhere among the spring-green leaves. Ahh, how delightful! This rose is one that Son and I braved the brambles of the creek to dig and bring home. It has not failed to bloom every year since.
I am not sure if it was the rose that lifted my spirits of if, perhaps, it was the memory of Son's patience with my request of having the bush. Either way, I do feel better. Still miss my kids but I do feel some better.


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