THE CARPET ROSES.

It is Thursday morning. I have been up and going for two hours. It is now almost 6:30. The computer has been difficult again. But finally I am on and hope it cooperates with me until I can get these words out into cyberspace.

In between rebooting and rebooting this computer, "I" and I went out and sat in the swing. Letting the sounds and smells of early morning surround us. Morning sounds different at five am, than it does at nine. Duh, you knew that already didn't you? There is a silence but you can hear the sounds of the birds beginning to stir, not loudly but just a low sound. Their day is starting. I imagine I can hear the Momma bird chirp to the daddy, "Get up already, go get a worm for the babies." They are communicating these birds. But so often during the day the other sounds over powers the sounds of birds. But not in the early morning hours. Not when the dark sky shows only a hint of daylight beneath the surface.

There is smells in the dawn hours too. Oh you smell them later in the day. But its not the same as sitting in the swing, under my beloved trees, smelling the Carpet Roses as their aroma drifts gently to me. I close my eyes and let the fragrance surround me. If you do not go sit alone at the dawn of the day, you should surely try it sometime. As nature revels itself to you so strongly at the breaking of dawn. Maybe because there is not so much noise and confusion around us as the day begans to compete for our attention. It's just you and in my case "I", is always with me. But she sits her head cocked to one side, ears up. As she is listening too. Straining to hear the sounds that lay just beneath the surface.

My carpet Roses cover a section of fence on the South side of the house, [t is a experience that I would hope for everyone to have at least once. They are beautiful, a blanket of color and fragrance. I go several times a day, sticking my face into the petals, in spite of the thorns. Just to drink the pleasure of their smell. How can I not be grateful to be alive. How can I not be touched by the natural beauty in my yard.

I have rattled on this morning. My words not concise at all. But I have been touched by nature this morning, by God's hand. I just had to share it. To tell you that old quote that has been around for years, "Stop and smell the roses." Whoever wrote that, certainly knew what they were talking about. See ya.