I wonder whether roses have this secret function of helping us to rearrange the madness, the mayhem and the messy muddle that is our life?
Or perhaps they just make it possible for us to stay alive for just one more day when the news has crushed us with yet another catastrophe involving children or animals? Those are the most difficult things to endure.
Or maybe a rose looks down upon us from a height, to remind us that there is a softer pillowing that life is still holding on to, through all the gardens of the world, the organic gardeners saving their plants from pesticides, and the few, very few honest NGO’s working for children’s rights and animal welfare.
A rose somehow reminds me that there is Marks & Spencer that is only selling cosmetics and other stuff that hasn’t been tested by deathly atrocities upon animals. And that many more companies are now deciding to follow Marks & Spencer with this good habit.
Starting from this small premise, walking among roses helps me to pick up the bits and pieces of my life that have gone missing all of a sudden…..and to begin a new day with a fresh breath of air!