"I'll live as if life were worthwhile. I'll make it so."
This red rose is a little out of focus--sort of like us these days.
I've always thought of flowers as metaphors for human beings. Seeds=sperm and egg; seedlings=infancy and childhood; and on into maturity. A lucky rose lasts until it's quite old and then just drops its petals one by one. But some are struck down earlier, at any age, by disease. And some are struck down by accident, an overzealous pruner, a hail storm, Big Foot.
But every moment that the Great Creator gives us is worth just that--every moment!
Old Crones and Coots
