There’s a beautiful, tall rose bush right outside our front door that seems to have nine lives this year. Every time it looks like it’s died because all its leaves have shriveled up and all its petals have fallen off, within a matter of days there is suddenly new growth. Fresh bulbs turn into huge pink roses right before our eyes.
Maybe this is customary for all rose bushes, I honestly don’t know anything about plants, but it always surprises us to find that these stunning flowers keep returning to us week after week, month after month. We’ve had giant roses in our front yard since April! It’s lovely.
And, not surprisingly, I’d like to think of this wonderful rose bush as a metaphor for how many chances we’re afforded in life to start over and flower again.