This was the mini orange that my little boy bought for me on Mother Day. Well, the color in these photos doesn't look orange, but originally, it was a gorgeous orange rose. I kept it inside for a while, but it kept sorrowful.
It even lost the color orange, and turned white. In my desperate attempt, I took it outside and planted it in my garden with little hope. I can't tell you how happy I am to see it thriving and growing with beautiful orange roses again.
You can see the orange roses in the mosaic above. I am now wishing that it will come back after the winter, and learn that we can't "bottle up" what was meant to be living free in the earth.
With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow - I have still joy in the midst of these things. Riches and honors acquired by unrighteousness are to me as a floating cloud.~~~Confucius~~~