September 3rd, 2008

roses

Apprentice Angel of Death

When I'm dead-heading roses in the church rose garden by myself, it's a peaceful, contemplative exercise. Even when I'm donating blood to the thorns and roots of the cranky little bushes, it's a good time to think as I work.

When I'm dead-heading roses in the church rose garden with an eager seven-year-old in his work gloves really wanting to help, I felt more like the angel of death with a really, really willing apprentice who, occasionally would say, "Wow, that's a pretty one, can we take that one, too?"

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