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A SINGLE RED ROSE ©By Russ





I am surrounded by the multi-colored wall of natures comings and goings. A new plant pushes greenly up over here, while another turns straw-colored, drops seeds, and dies over there. A single, blood red, rose rises above the sea of pin cushions by the picket fence. And slowly unfolds in the summer sun. By its side is the remains of a rose, dried dark brown in the same sun. New babys fly skyward with nervous parents in close pursuit. Predator jays watch sharply ...any unwatched baby bird provides their young with a meal. The pyracanthia bush, which grows the robins favorite berries, is full of green fruit, limbs bending heavily towards the ground. The speckled robin in our care broke its leg and resides in a basket on the porch. Some nursing projects get worse before they get better. Sometimes they are just what they are, and wisdom may lie in not second guessing the ebb and flow of life. Em’s pigeon sits jealously upon unfertile eggs. The crippled dove in an outdoor cage does the same. Fruit on the loquat tree, as well as the plum, is scarce. Fruit-loving birds will have to seek elsewhere this year. There is a constant giving and taking around me. And while it doesn’t seem quite fair from my point of view....I’ve no doubt its exactly as life is meant to be.
Russ







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