Not a pretty picture, you say?
You're right but it is a sweet story. I call it "Sweet, Tender Mercies."
I had just returned from my morning run when I decided to pull a few weeks from my flower beds before going inside. I was tired from the run but thought
"I just hate to think of weeds in among the roses, so I'll just pull a few right now." I reached in and was getting several weeds when of course, I got pricked from a rose thorn. That's ok because that's what happens when you pull weeds mixed in with rose bushes. I just kept pulling and the next time I pulled my hand out I noticed that one of the roses had let a little petal fall right on my hand. It just covered the cut like a bandaid would and I felt a little love from my rose bush like "Thank you for getting the weeds out. Thank you for caring."
"I just hate to think of weeds in among the roses, so I'll just pull a few right now." I reached in and was getting several weeds when of course, I got pricked from a rose thorn. That's ok because that's what happens when you pull weeds mixed in with rose bushes. I just kept pulling and the next time I pulled my hand out I noticed that one of the roses had let a little petal fall right on my hand. It just covered the cut like a bandaid would and I felt a little love from my rose bush like "Thank you for getting the weeds out. Thank you for caring."
Of course I care, how could I not?
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