The blooms are bursting out from every single branch with just a little space available. It's branches weighed heavy struggle to present its masterpiece - while the fragrance of old country fills the air.
As the mother tugged the little one's hand she pulled back in protest.
The mother smiling whispered something, I could not tell...as they disappeared down the side walk path.
As I was scanning over my morning edits, and enjoying my first sip of decaf - I saw the mother and daughter return from the view of my side room window.
There she was, that littlest angel, and wearing her "Sunday best"- while mother positioned her against the roses to capture the smile those roses sent.
A single rose has such incredible 'capacity'
Namaste, my most beautiful friends - I hope you, too, find your rose today.
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