the garden and stand among the roses.
i tend to let the roses bushes grow too high before i trim them, so right now (being rather short), i am nose-to-petals when i stand next to them.
but it’s amazing how much peace can be found by just standing by some roses for fifteen minutes.
there is peace to be found by a rose bush … a cherry tree … a winding path through the pine trees … or a prickly pear cactus in the desert. it’s there, waiting, if one goes in search of it. 