November 20

Kristine came over this morning as she often does these days :) and we sat in the yard, sipped our coffee, crocheted our projects, and chatted. As she was heading out, we passed by a series of rose bushes and I was struck by this:

It's a just a single petal left on a bloom that's well past its prime, but I was so taken with the crispness of its edges and the vibrancy of its color that I paused to point it out.

Although I think we all feel like this petal at times --just barely hanging on, without much purpose-- the sight reminded me that even in this weakened kind of state, we can still have a big impact on those around us.