How dare you, O bush of blooms cascading over my sidewalk, rejoice in January when the frost has locked the world in gray and brown! Pay you no mind to the suffering that half a hemisphere bears? Shouldn’t you restrain those bursting buds and wait 'til all can join your show? "But look where I grow," the Rose replies "in the borderlands of north and south. While half the earth freezes, the other half bakes, and beauty doesn't wait for equity. "Look at the Poinsettia, the Jade, and Hibiscus. Does the shock of Bougainvillea offend you? And those odd Birds of Paradise with marmalade plumes will not fly south with the rest.
"So if God gives you songs in buds of beauty, let them burst over a desolate domain for we live in the borderlands of heaven and hell and our praise heralds his spring."
“The whole earth is filled with all at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening, fades, calls for songs of joy.” Ps. 65:8
Love the blooms!!