I survived the weekend. Burned and tired - of stirring, chopping, spreading, packaging.
And then I had a dream.
I was sitting in a field, nothing in sight but hills in the distance. And I was trying to put a beautiful pink rose back together. I had all the petals in my lap and I attempted to carefully arrange them back into a rose.
I finally gave up. I threw the petals up in the air and let the wind deal with them. Some stayed right with me, landing back in my outstretched hands or at my feet, and others were carried off to the hills.
I love pink roses more than any others.
What's your favorite color rose?