Roses are...

We cut them back. They grew wild! I love them!
I plucked some and put em' in a vase! So, here they sit for my enjoyment!

Don't you just love when nature makes you smile? Everytime I look at my roses, it makes me happy and brings a glowing grin to my face. I don't know why, but there is a sort of feeling of happiness, peace, and tranquility I get when I gaze at them. I know it seems silly to think that way about just flowers (especially 'dead' flowers as my husband likes to call them after they have been cut)...but, for some reason God has opened my eyes to see the beauty around me and marvel in it. So, I am enjoying them immensely.


Is there something that makes you feel all tingly happy inside?