September 12

It's possible that I've shared the exact same observation I'm about to type at least once over the past several years, but that's okay. I'll share it again.

I was walking up and down my street this evening after dinner getting my steps in when I noticed just how many roses were in bloom. (In a nutshell: a lot.) Red ones, pink ones, magenta ones. And the white ones both in my neighbor's yard just down in the cul de sac and in front of our house. 

I don't like extended heat waves like we've had in recent history, but I do like roses. And roses love heat, so those 100-degree days make them extra happy. And extra fragrant. (Especially these white ones in my yard. They have such a perfect scent that I'm not even sure how to describe it.) They're a literally lovely reminder that beautiful things can arise from less than ideal circumstances.