yesterday the landlord came over and trimmed back the bushes for me. before i knew it though they were on the front west side of my house "trimming" back the rose bushes. i say "trimming" that way because when they were done every bloom was gone and the bushes were knee high.
i have been comforted by the smell of the explosion of roses i could see from my bedroom. i cut one of its best when i visited my pastor and delighted watching her appreciate it's fragrance and her insistence that she find a vase to put it in. its all gone now. i don't like the wind but because of the roses i had made my peace with it. its brought me delight with every movement of my drapes. now though, its just wind. i think i hate it again.
it reminded me that this is not my home, its my landlord's. i am just paying for the privilege. though i am blessed to have a roof over my head for me and my girls, this is not my home.
