Gratitude is the sign of noble souls ~ Aesop

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving ~ Kahlil Gabran

Joy delights in joy ~ William Shakespeare

Sunday, October 17, 2010

A rose is a rose...

But this was the BEST smelling rose I have EVER had the pleasure to fresh squeezed sweet summer lemonade. And there it is, right on my own back porch! I had to keep going outside to smell it all day...oh how I wish I could bottle it. Why is it that rose perfumes never smell like roses? Or the kind of roses I like, those slightly citrusy, sweet and somewhat fruity roses that must surely be the scent of heaven. Roses are wonderful at making you enjoy the present moment, fleeting as they are. Thankfully, for me at least, the memories of the really good ones lasts and keeps me happily expectant for the next bloom to come along:)

1 comment:

  1. I concur, that's one heck of a rose. And all it took was Portlandishly grey skies, rain, and cooler temps... the very place we first encountered the wondrous Scentimental.