The beautiful rose of the morning

It was magic. The unexpected kind of magic, that can make everything seem like a dream. Every morning it appeared. This wasn’t entirely unusual. However, it appeared in the winter too. Everyone knows Roses don’t bloom in the winter. Especially in a blizzard. Therefore, anyone who saw it, came away with an astounded surprise at its beauty. And the fact that it was there. Freshly bloomed from the morning, while snow fell all around.

Betty loved the rose. She could see it from her window. It was in her garden just behind the house. Once upon a time, the garden was the epitome of a challenge for Betty. She didn’t have a green thumb, although she wished for one. In fact, Betty’s first attempt at the small garden behind her house, didn’t go so well. Absolutely nothing grew. After an entire season, she had given up. Resolute to try again the following year.

The following year she planted a Rose bush. Resilient and durable, Betty thought the Rose bush might actually survive in her small garden. And much to her delight it did. In fact, it thrived. Even Betty’s family felt amazed at the excellent condition of the Rose bush, as it grew. Through the years, every season, it bloomed and thrived. It became the centerpiece of her garden. And one of the joys of her heart.

The Beautiful Rose

The years passed. And Betty’s family grew. Then when it was time, each of her children found their path, and moved away. Families are meant to grow together. This gives children the best chance to grow strong, wise, and well rounded. At least that was what Betty believed, and the same thing she taught, as her children grew. All the while, the beautiful roses would bloom on the Rose bush in her little garden.

There was a bad year when she lost the only partner she ever had, or wanted. Her children were strong and stood with her during those difficult days. There is sadness, and then there is the sadness from loss. It is a part of life. Betty knew this, but it didn’t take away the hurt. Therefore, she would spend hours staring out the window at the resilient little Rose bush. It grew even more and when it bloomed, it was as beautiful as the waking day.

Then came time. Years passed, and the Rose bush continued to thrive. Betty’s children had children of their own. They would all visit Betty through the years and the days were joyful. And still the Rose bush in the garden thrived and shared its beautiful blooms with all who cared to see. Especially Betty, who would sit at her window, and reminisce, while admiring its beauty.

The Morning Light

It was a few years later when things changed. Time has a way of doing that. No one knew when it started. Except for Betty. She knew about the beautiful rose of the morning. It bloomed every morning. Even in the snow. Vibrant and lovely, it would begin before dawn and she would wait for it. Eagerly anticipating its arrival. And by sunrise, it was always there.

There is an old saying about how love is like a Rose. The Rose is beautiful, and the thorns are too. Without the thorns, it wouldn’t really be a Rose. Yet the thorns are not what matters to the adoring eye. It’s magic. The unexpected kind of magic, that makes everything seem like the most beautiful dream. The beautiful rose of the morning became the beauty of love. Thanks for reading.