Tuesday — back to work after the long Memorial Day weekend. I’m grateful to have a great job — but I sure did like the long weekend. Time with my family. Time in the sunshine. Spending time in the garden gave me the chance to notice — my roses are about to B.U.R.S.T with color.
This evening as I made it home, after the long drive —beating the thunderstorm home — I noticed the first rose blazing pink along the walkway. I love the tiny bit of pink amongst thousands of buds.
A promise of all the wonderful yet to come. I think this is what every day is. A promise of wonderful….yet to come…..
Ciao for now….Diane