It’s become a ritual now. Every few days I announce that I’m going to go cut some roses. And my two little helpers scurry to the front door. Bella fetches the basket and I get the clippers. Sophie’s job is picking up petals, which requires no tools.
Today Bella opted to climb the peach tree rather than help with the roses. She’s in love with that little tree and so excited by her new-found ability to climb it. She reminds me of a certain little girl who loved to perch in an apple tree, though I was much older then, 11 or 12.
We have vases of flowers scattered all over the house. The sweet smell of roses wafts across the rooms.
But I think the best part is simply spending a few minutes with my girls enjoying beauty.
Both the beauty of the roses and the beauty of the girls. The fairest flowers in my garden.
Today I pulled petals off the spent flowers and showered them on Sophie’s head. She was delighted. Two year-old shrieks of joy are so lovely.
Why didn’t we do this more last summer?
Of course Ben is a sweet rose too. Just look at those rosy cheeks!
He was napping today while we were gathering roses; but if he’s awake he loves to crawl about at my feet.
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