My neighbor has the most gorgeous roses. Of course, they don’t just grow on their own – wild, free, and untended. These are those perfectly cultivated roses. Early each morning, he tends to the plants, a spray bottle of rose magic in one hand and clippers in the other. The bright colors pop against the dark green leaves. You can tell that he adores his roses and that they love him right back. Time and energy and care yield beautiful things, don’t they? Sure, there are thorns, but goodness, doesn’t the beauty compensate for the risk of a prick?
Such is life.
As for me, I don’t have a green thumb (as I’m sure you can tell by the photos in this post – our poor rose bush has only a handful of yellow blooms on it). I have this one plant that sits on a window sill in the house. It has lovely bright pink flowers and light green leaves. Oh my, that plant is resilient. Every 10 days or so, the leaves begin to droop dramatically. When I notice, I carelessly dump a cup or two of water into the pot. Within hours, the plant looks rejuvenated and healthy once again, its lanky trunks plump with water.
Once again, such is life.
We run ourselves ragged and just when we’re drooping dramatically, we try to make a quick recovery with a bit of water or sleep or prayer. And then we’re up and running – full speed ahead.
Let’s take some time this weekend to rejuvenate, shall we?
What are your weekend plans? How do you recharge? Are you good at self-care or do you let yourself get run down a bit more often than you should?