Oh, how I love this moment in my garden! The rose bushes--more than 50 of them--have exploded all at the same time with their first flush of blooms after a winter's nap.
I can cut as flowers many as I want, and still there are dozens and dozens of blossoms left to nod in the sunshine and delight anyone passing by.
After this floral fireworks show is over, the rose bushes will settle down to their individual patterns of bloom. Some will crank out another set of buds in a few days, while some require several weeks to gather up enough energy for another show.
This, to me, is true wealth: Having this abundant beauty all around me, and recognizing it and acknowledging it for the gift that it is.
I am so grateful.
So, apparently, are the bees.