and my rose
“the rose is without an explanation; she blooms, because she blooms.”
today we found a beautiful flower that survived
under the snow and ice and rain and arctic temperatures of january.
were very surprised.
it must be enchanted.
“the only words that ever satisfied me as describing nature
are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment.
they express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery.”
-g. k. chesterton