Love is a rose

My most recent post was about the cat card I made for my neighbor’s birthday over the weekend. Turns out, she received yellow roses from her sister. And then an identical delivery of yellow roses due to florist error. Instead of keeping all that glory for herself, my generous neighbor offered me one of the bouquets. I just collected it from her and decided I wanted to document it on this ol’ blog, so set it on the floor in a patch of natural light.

Marcel immediately came to investigate.

October 12, 2021

“The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.” – Kahlil Gibran

And Marcel? Well, he sees the rose and its thorns, then proceeds to snack on the surrounding foliage.

Today’s memory of yesterday

This morning we woke to six inches of snow on the deck railing. The yard was blanketed in white. Tree limbs and branches were layered with pristine fluff. And now? Much of that snow is already gone.

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.
~ Khalil Gibran