Drops of Heaven

If I were an ant, a hummingbird, a bumble bee, or a very small child, I would run, fly, crawl, and dive headlong into a column of plants and prickles, nosing and nuzzling into sweet, soft rose folds. Roll and wrap myself in petals of fresh peach marmalade like fragrant newly washed, line-hung bedsheets; feeling the tender loving care I watched and felt come forth from my Grandfather’s gentle rose gardening gloved hands. Gathering, watering and pruning a 1950s freeze frame brownie photo of post WW2 suburbia. I miss my Grandpa and his roses. 🙂


About hrobertson2013

“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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