There’s a section of ditch where I have been tossing flower seeds. I’ve always had faith that some would take hold and grow, but none of my seeds have set down roots, at least not in this spot.

Now, without my help, wild roses have appeared and added their pink color to the countryside.

Today, I was walking along, my mind on other things, and suddenly I caught the sweet aroma of these wild roses on the breeze.

They are simple, compared to modern, cultivated roses, but their beauty can’t be denied. Even their buds are something to see.

It’s so nice that they have found their way into our neighborhood, and I didn’t even have to ask them to come. Now I can share them with you.