I was born in June- the flower for that month is roses- and for years I was unhappy that the flower for June was not the ox- eye daisy.  You have seen the ox-eye daisy – it grows wild on the side of the road.  The clumps dot the landscape, especially when you are driving on the PA turnpike.  There they look like decorations set out for Spring and early Summer frivolities- like fairy cotillions or ring around the maypole dances for young children.

I can’t find a picture of the daisies right now- although I’ve been trolling about the internet- actually I’ve found some beautiful pictures but don’t have the expertise to upload/download one- so you will just have to do with a picture in your own imagination.  Because – although I LOVE daisies, I’m beginning to have a real appreciation for roses.  And that is what I want to concentrate on anyway.

I think my problem with roses has been the sheer untouchable beauty of them.  They have an intimidating look to them that I associate with fashion models and women who have that look of being well “put together”.  Do you know the look I mean- hair,makeup, clothes, shoes, jewelry all coordinated to the  point that they are nearly perfect?  I am like a blow-away dandelion next to these tea rose ladies.

But roses in wild abandon- those that grow on bushes that are a little unkempt and unpruned- now those I can relate to and enjoy!

Sometimes they have perfect blossoms, but they are not preening or highlighted – just blooming because that is their nature.

Blooming because it is their time. 

Blooming because they must.

Blooming to the glory of God, their maker.

Blooming to blaze the earth with beauty conceived in eternity.

Blazing roses!

*** Appearing now in a neighborhood near you!***