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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Early Morning Light

This morning I was looking out the window, and one of the things I love about living here is the early morning light. The golden, warm colors draw me outside. Try as I might, I can never capture its cast. The wind is past so today the dew on the grass glistens in the rising sun as a carpet made of glass. The quiet breeze that passes sounds as a silk dress rustling as a ghost passing by. The perfume scented with locust blooms and lilac.

 I bought these rose bushes when we first moved here to remind me of the bride I once was now long ago.
When we married, I carried a bouquet of white daisies and golden yellow roses like this. When these first start blooming in the spring I am reminded of the years that are slipping though my fingers like sand though a hour glass.

 On mornings like this it is easy to sit and dream of the coming of good things that are just around the corner. Of promises kept and of dreams to come and of life to be lived. Gone are the clouds today and in its place days filled with hope and promise. I think life is about going through so many doors into a secret garden. Once you find the large, rusty key and put it in the old padlock and slowly open the door, inside you find, waiting, beauty only imagined and as you look around, what you see is life that was never saw before.

On days like today, life is brought into clearer focus. The smallest drop of dew on the rose becomes a jewel that for awhile the rose petal wears that adds only beauty to its delicate flower that has yet to bloom.

Today on this beautiful day in April, I give you roses. To fill your day, with hope and with promise.

Kim~

18 comments:

  1. Absolutely gorgeous roses, Kim! My mother's favorite flower was yellow roses. Enjoy your Wednesday! xo Nellie

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  2. Oh I can almost smell that pretty yellow Rose, beautiful.....Have a great day, Blessings Francine.

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  3. Wow, Kim. You outdid yourself on this one! Beautiful!

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  4. Good afternoon Kim. You have a poetic soul today to see the new day so romantically.
    Here the sun just peeked out through a hole in the overcast sky and I rejoiced for one whole minute, and it was gone. It's trying hard to come out again. Nothing blooming and the trees are still trying to push those little buds throug the tough bark. Mother Nature is so grand.
    Thanks for the roses and have a great day.
    Hugs,
    JB

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  5. Sweet thoughts Kim, and lovely reflections on life.

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  6. You have out-done yourself on this post my dear. I have no words to compare to the beauty of this post.

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  7. That golden rose is stunning, what a nice way to start the day!

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  8. you captured the morning light beautifully!
    how sweet to have the yellow roses to remind
    you of your bridal bouquet.

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  9. The roses are absolutely beautiful!

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  10. Beautiful post. I really enjoyed reading it. Roses can symbolize so many things.

    Velva

    P.S. I am your newest follower.

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  11. Lovely roses and a lovely post! You paint vivid pictures with your words.:-)

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  12. Your yellow rose is the picture of perfection.
    Reading your comments about the morning light makes me homesick for the Valley and the mornings in Spring and Summer especially - when the air is cooler than it will be in a few hours, but still balmy and friendly.

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  13. Lovely post. I hope you are doing well and have had a chance to Skype with your daughter and grandchildren. I know it is hard. The yellow rose is perfect.

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  14. Oh golden roses! That's nice to think about!

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  15. Thanks for the roses. I needed them today. I will bring them in the house as it is cold and snowing outside.

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  16. Soooooo lovely! Thanks for sharing them! Have a wonderful day sweet Kim!

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  17. beautiful kim....i love how you described today!!

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