Betty
and I had a routine for a very long time where she would call me to let me know
that her roses are in full bloom so come and cut them and take them home to
enjoy. Betty loved the fact that I
enjoyed her roses and they brought me great pleasure. My joy brought her
joy. It is truly amazing how the
simple pleasures in life can have such a profound impact on someone else.
Often
she would say to me, dig out the rose bushes and put them in your yard; I do
not want them. I, of course,
wanted Betty to enjoy the roses and experience the beauty of living things the
same way I did, so I always refused her offer.
What
I did not realize at the time was Betty was pushing away the joy I wanted her to
experience. A great lesson to
learn in life is sometimes we want things for others more than they want them
for themselves.
The
roses that grew in Betty’s garden were a deep radiant red and their fragrance
was strong and vibrant. As I look
back now, I can see that Betty loved calling me and asking me to come over
because that marked a special time when we shared our friendship together. I often wanted to put some of the cut
roses in her home but she always refused.
She never wanted them in the house. That fact always saddened me, yet
her gift to me was her roses and I must admit they did bring me great joy. On
several occasions she asked me to dig up the rose bushes and bring them home
but I always refused, until one day I arrived at her home and the bushes were
gone. I rushed into her house and
confronted her. I was appalled
that she would destroy them but that is exactly what happened. It turns out that her daughter
suggested that Betty get rid of them because they were old plants. My heart was
crushed; maybe the bushes were old but they produced numerous blossoms that
were alive and regal.
As
happens frequently in life, I found myself believing that Betty needed to be
surrounded by beauty only to discover and realize that she actually chose to
reject the gift. Because I find
nature and its bounty necessary to
feed my soul, I assumed that she, too, would cherish the same thing but I was
wrong.
When
I returned home and shared what happened with my daughter, she, too, was upset
and bewildered. The fact that
Betty had her gardener throw out the rose bushes was devastating to both of us.
My daughter suggested we go to our local nursery and buy some roses that would
fill the void but we were unable to find anything that had the fragrance of
Betty’s roses.
Then
something magical happened; back in Betty’s garden, new shoots of roses started
to appear in the barren garden.
Interesting indeed—life is funny; just when you think one chapter is
over, you are surprised to discover otherwise. In this instance, nature proves that we really do not die—we
simply take on a new form.
The
roses were back. Of course that were tiny and very young plants but
nonetheless, there were still alive and have given me a second change on owning
them. When I told Betty that they
started to grow again, she said: “Take all that you want.” With
bucket in hand, my garden gloves and a shovel, my daughter and I dug up many of
the seedlings and re-potted them in our yard. It turned out that the roots were quite deep and difficult
to get out. So that even though Betty
had the desire to destroy a thing of beauty, beauty won.
This
story that I just shared with you has many life lessons in it for me and maybe
you will discover one for you too.
Betty wanted to give me a gift and at first I refused to accept the gift,
I neglected to follow the clue. I
was given a second chance to enjoy and cherish those beautiful roses and this
time, I jumped at the chance. I can say with joy in my heart that I now have
four beautiful rose plants that are growing strong and tall and I look forward
to the gift of enjoying their booms for a long time to come. It has been a gift from Betty to
me.
The
mystique of my red roses will be a source of inspiration and gratitude that I
will continue to cherish for a long time.
Joan Marie Ambrose
Author, Creative Writer, Motivational Speaker
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