Les Roses

Like much else in Provence, the roses here seem to radiate a different aura; a tranquil softness and fairytale like beauty, befitting for their magical surroundings.  Perhaps it is the nourishing Provençal light, keeping them saturated with happiness and warmth the year through… or the restorative energy of Provence allowing them to flourish, safely protecting the fragile buds as they quietly hibernate during the cold, gray winter months… 

Our rose bush has dramatically burst into life; it is now a delicious mélange of pale and creamy pink voluptuous blooms entwined with thorny green branches which lavishly adorns the corner of the garden.  The flowers have flourished and with each passing day of spring they slowly mature, gradually showcasing their layers of soft, velvety petals to the world.  I marvel at their beauty, simplistic yet intricate, delicate yet durable.  After living here for a year now, I have come to understand that roses are one of nature's many elements playing in the symphony of Provence.

As the spring marches onward, I admire as the buds tranquilly transform into ravishing blooms, their life journey elegantly unfolding before my eyes.  I observe as the rose bush slowly crawls the old stonewall reaching ever upward towards the brilliant Provence sun… and cannot help but to smile by the beauty of Mother Nature and by the daily reminder to stop and smell the roses…