The Gardner

In my family we call the "live-in gardener" the rose guy at times.
He and I both love the roses in the garden.
Portland, Oregon is the City of Roses.
In the picture is the first rose to bloom this year.
It is Lady Banksia, a white rose, but some are also pink.

In honor of poem in your pocket day, just yesterday,
I am sharing a poem by a favorite poet, Mary Oliver.

The Gardner

Have I lived enough?

Have I loved enough?

Have I considered Right Action enough,

have I come to any conclusion?

Have I experienced happiness with 

sufficient gratitude?

Have I endured loneliness with grace?

I say this, or perhaps I'm just thinking it.

Actually, I probably think too much.

Then I step out into the garden,

where the gardener, who is said to be a 

simple man,

is tending  his children, the roses.

~Mary Oliver

Lilacs blooming in the garden.

 A red rose almost ready to open.

 The garden in bloom.

Happy weekend, dear friends!
Stay safe!