Dew Drops and Tear Drops

“Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably, excites the sensitive soul to tears.”

Edgar Allan Poe

It is early May and outside my kitchen window the climbing rose has started to bloom. The warm days and cool nights provide the perfect environment for growth. Yesterday morning, I counted 15 blooms and this morning, upwards of 30 fill the prickly, twisting vines.

Soft, velvet-pink rose buds grace the expanse of the gray split rail fence they call home. The contrast of delicate, tender blush against the ashen, weathered wood is stunning. Small drops of dew rest on the tender petals on their way to full flowering.

Standing in front of this beautiful display of Nature, I am caught in the rapture of the natural world. My heart erupts with gratitude. In this moment, time pauses, allowing full appreciation of the wonder surrounding us. Joyful emotions collide and fill my soul to the brim.

A single tear drop slowly slides down my cheek. Using the sleeve of my old denim gardening shirt, I wipe the moisture away leaving behind a glistening dew-like trail.