For the longest time, I thought tending for roses was an
extremely difficult hobby. After all, there are competitions for cultivating
the most perfect flower. It
wasn’t until I grew rose bushes of my own did I find that I could handle them and
really enjoy the experience. Also, to me, the caring of these lovely flowers is
a metaphor for life.
When we first moved into our house, our front planter
section had gone many transformations.
Unfortunately, it became a bane for living flowers. Pansies, lavenders and hyacinths shriveled up
and died a few weeks after being transplanted. Just when I thought of raising a nice batch of
river rocks in the front planter, my husband suggested planting roses.
At first, I was a bit hesitant, nothing seemed to flourish
there. My husband assumed me that roses are hearty flowers. Then I remembered
visiting the Julia Davis Rose Garden in Downtown Boise ID and these roses seemed to thrive in the
desert heat. Also, the song by Sting “Desert Rose”, played through my
mind. With all of this concrete evidence,
I agreed to the purchase.
Once the two plants were in the ground, I started to learn
about rose care. I loved watching the
transformation from the long, green stems to lovely buds of ruby red blossoms. One
of the aspects I love is the pruning process. Whenever these flowers have fulfilled their
beautiful life span, their vibrant petals began to fall. At first, I thought
this was a sad event, but actually, this end cycle brings on another beginning.
I come along and cut off the withered sections, which stimulates the plant to
grow more buds. In a couple of weeks,
the roses have begun their fragrant journey again.
As I participate in this clean up, I see parallels in my
life. How many times have I been nervous about making a change? I became so
accustom to the old routines that I didn’t realize that it was dead weight? By
pruning away the bad habits, I am able to make room for new growth and in the
process be more vibrant.
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