Showing posts with label rose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rose. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Peony and Rose


After moving into our new home in Calgary, I have been digging and landscaping in our backyard over a decade. The short four-month-no-frost season each year and the warm confusing Chinook wind in the winter could not stop my love for gardening at the foot of Canadian Rockies through numerous failures and fruitful perseverance. Out of hundreds of hardy plants in my garden, my favorites are various Peonies and Alberta Wild Rose. In the early mornings of mid-July I always pick some fresh peonies and put them on the kitchen table. The fragrance mixing with the green tea vapor, I enjoyed the moment of reading a book by the bay window that frames abundant roses waving in the Alberta sharp blue sky, listening to the birds singing on the purple Choke Cherry trees, watching wild rabbits sitting in the lawn and nibbling my Blue Bell buds, and chipmunks hopping among the apple trees and Saskatoon berry scrubs.

Sensing this would be the last summer in Calgary, I tried to hold on to the fond memory into the photos of my garden almost every beautiful morning. In the mean time, I also dream to have grape vines, lilac bushes, orange trees, fig trees and many other exotic plants in my Q8 garden, while my husband teased me, "Maybe the only thing you can grow is cactus over there." Well, if there were no dreams, there would not be any that come true.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Bread and Rose

Sometimes I see myself in Rose, a central Alberta farmer’s wife. Task oriented, we strive to work hard and thirst for Truth in life. While both of us are human doings, we realize that we are designed by God to be human beings.

"Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!" Visiting each other became exciting events for us and our husbands, as we know our souls click, but they do not have the internet to connect us. Each visit ends with many hopes to meet again with so many unshared thoughts and stories of when we were apart. We are so different in all aspects. One is a Chinese born city girl; another is a white Canadian with French farming roots. Golfing, movie theaters, Vietnamese noodles and Chinese dumplings are as equally fascinating as November hunting, cow feeding, wood burning stoves, BBQ game meat and horse-drawn sleigh.

Rose’s bread is the best in the world. That bread is from her field, from her grinder, and from her hand. Rose’s farm house becomes my retreat place where I feel God whispers to me closely, where I feel I become a better woman, wife and mother with Rose’s influence.