When the Days Did not Make Sense - and When They Did
The passage of time can be relative. There are exactly six full blooming deep red roses in my garden right now, a delightful salute to life, as I move over from another another significant past twelve months. They are especially captivating, with many elegant folds in each rose, an usually bright countenance and a magical moment about them. The extreme dry conditions for most of the past several months, apart from a recent spate of persistent rain, have devastated the lawn. Some individuals whom I am close to have had a variety of life's issues, but they still wake up each morning with a gusto to face the new day. Some of them have created new opportunity for themselves despite the challenge, hassle and personal devastation. Yet some others are in the prime of life, planting as much for the unpredictable future as much as they can and relentlessly moving forward, as if impregnable. Just like the weather may do to us, each of us can be kept on our toes by a variety