Roses are Red

Well, not all of them. The roses in our little yard, the ones that are blooming, are white, salmon, and yellow. They make a beautiful arrangement and emit a rather delectable fragrance. My roses aren't any better than any others. In fact, they are quite meager, but it is fun to have things growing outside our back door. The impatiens are getting bigger and blooming beautifully, the sweet peas are recovering from a nearly fatal encounter with powdery mildew, and all but one of the tomato plants are growing out of control.
It's funny. When I was younger, I hated working in the yard. Perhaps that was because the task of pulling weeds never seemed to end (a really good reason to be thankful for round-up) or because it seemed to get so hot so quickly. But now it is so fun to go outside and fiddle around with the green things.
Thank you Lord for a reprise from all of the roads and noise and smog and stale indoor air. Thank you for making such a beautiful world filled with green foothills, tree covered mountains, salty seashores, and fragrant flowers.