A Shower of Roses


“The splendour of the rose and the whiteness of the lily
do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of its simple charm.
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.” 


Saint Thérèse has popped up twice today in my reading. So here is a  shower of roses, of sorts:



“If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it, without hiding any of its gifts. It would not, under the pretext of humility, say that it was not pretty, or that it had not a sweet scent, that the sun had withered its petals,or the storm bruised its stem, if it knew that such were not the case.” 

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5 Responses to A Shower of Roses

  1. Pingback: How Good It Is To Be Alive!!!! | lovelyseasonscomeandgo

  2. Hello Mrs Meadowsweet, where are you?


  3. Dilly says:

    I hope you won’t be hiding your gifts for too much longer. Happy and holy Eastertide to you


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