Honeysuckle and Pink Roses

Is there anything as perfect as a warm spring day? Yes, a day filled with the heady scents of honeysuckle and roses. When I am gone from this earthly plane, I hope someone will wreath my grave in honeysuckle and remember to plant pink roses on me ~ trust me, I will know they are there. There is no rose I love more than a delicate pink rose blushing at its self as it slowly opens and wafts its bittersweet scent into the air. I am fortunate to live in an area in the pines where not only do I grow my own roses, but also have the sweet wild ones that grow in abandon in my woods. The honeysuckle I started from just a clipping and now it covers almost all of my fences and anything it can climb on. In the late afternoon and early evening when I am putting the dogs out - I stop and just breath ~ releasing the tension from my body.

I know it may sound silly but I talk to all of my flowers and plants - Yes, and I can be caught, perhaps only by the faeries, but I kiss the sweet precious faces of the glorious purple pansies. Have you ever hugged a tree? If you haven't, you really need to try it. Nature offers us such wonderful gifts ~ a tree is full of strength and will willingly share it with you.

I think my love affair with trees began in grade school. We had seen a film that depicted a tree feeling the pain of being cut. I will never forget the meter that measured the sound of the tree as it screamed in pain. Needless to say, I am a tree lover and it hurts me when people senselessly chop them down. I have the most wonderful Christmas tree out front, his name is Johnathan and he regularly gets petted and primped. One year, a bad storm took the top from him, but all the loving nurturing I gave him and it has grown back even taller and straighter than before.

Well, it is time for me to take my goat, Little Billy Bahh Bahh out to play with his friend Maybelline the Barnyard Queen. I shall return, unless I get sidetracked by the flowers!