Driving down the gravel road last year after a sultry storm, I first spied the wild roses, their bright pink popping freshly amid the clover. The last few weeks I began to look for them again along the ditches. To our amazement, as we tended our garden last week, we noticed raspberry vines and what looked like rose leaves arching up from the prairie only a few feet from the asparagus. Lo and behold, they are blooming.
Wild roses have come to us, and dwell among us, and fill our days with sweetness!
I did not imagine we’d make such discoveries our second year at The Anchorage. I never dreamed my long-favorite flower would suddenly appear in my backyard. Further up and further in!
This Flower, whose fragrance tender
With sweetness fills the air,
Dispels with glorious splendor
The darkness everywhere.
~from “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming”