The Glorious Roses

If there is a plant I won't miss planting in my garden, it's roses. Though it's not easy ( especially with the presence of its mortal enemies), every season brings a new learning experience, and it's lovely to see the colourful blooms adorning my garden containers. Among them, the baby pink rose always makes me smile with its delicate hue and graceful petals. Why? Because it reminds me of my mum…

On the other hand, it adds to my muse.

Roses are lovely but have thorns;

so is our life sometimes or quite often too prickly.

But beyond the pain; the softness of its petals embraces us;

the sweetness of its smell and the beauty of its whole.

Life, much like a rose, is a delicate interplay of beauty and pain. The thorns symbolize the struggles and hardships that we inevitably encounter, making our journey sometimes, or quite often prickly and challenging. These difficulties, while painful, are an intrinsic part of life, shaping our resilience, fortitude and gratitude. They remind us that without experiencing adversity, we would not truly appreciate the value and depth of the joyous moments.

The gentleness of the rose's petals, its pleasant scent, and its general beauty envelop us beyond the agony of the thorns. This symbolizes the comforting, sweet, and beautiful aspects of life that offer solace and joy amidst the struggles. The softness of the petals reflects the love and support we receive, while the fragrance represents cherished memories and moments of happiness. Together, these elements create a profound balance, illustrating that despite life's challenges, its inherent beauty and sweetness make it profoundly worthwhile.

Now, let me go back to my rose chores: deadhead and water them...

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