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Rick Greene

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A man who feels he can watch over his prize rose better then even God can. Although he does not realize he thinks that way, he finds out something different.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

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Rick Greene

The Rose

You can do better than God?

To my wife my joy and love of my life thank you for 26 wonderful years my sweet.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

THE ROSE

 It was an absolutely fantastic late spring day. The like of which we had not seen in many years. As I sipped my first cup of coffee of the day, the birds were singing so loudly, I just had to see what they were so excited about. I stepped out my back door being careful not to let the door slam shut behind me and more importantly making sure I did not spill the steaming black gold that was in my cup. The breeze was blowing just hard enough to make the leaves of the trees; well they just sort of quivered. But it was enough to fill the air with the smell of recently bloomed flowers of every kind. The only way you could tell there had been a tooth chattering storm the night before was the smell of rain in the air that mingled with that of the flowers. And there were puddles that brought every low place level. Which I carefully made my way around, as I headed over to the prize of my garden, the most glorious red rose anywhere, a red so deep it looked as if you were to cut it, surely it would bleed.

My wife often tells me that I think more of that flower than I do her. I chuckled to myself as I started to make my way back to the house. About half way back I stubbed my toe on something in the lawn that was not supposed to be there and spilled my coffee.

“I was not done with that.” I said to myself as I added to the puddles on the ground with the remaining coffee in my cup.

Once I was back in the house, I started the rest of my morning ritual. The first thing I did was to turn on the weather radio just to keep up with all the storms lately. Then I turned to go into the kitchen to get me another cup of coffee. However, before I could get there a warning tone pierced the tranquility of the morning.