Take time to smell the roses
‘Slow down and take time to smell the roses,’ my father often said to me and as an unstoppable teenager, I remember pointing out to him that we didn’t have any roses growing in our garden.
Many summers came and went before I knew what my father meant and that it had nothing at all to do with roses or indeed any other flowers. And I still haven’t taken his advice, well, not as much as I should.
Early one morning I strolled down to the pond with a cup of sweet tea in one hand and my camera in the other. The birds were awake well ahead of me and were singing enthusiastically in the hedge.
A delicate blue sky rose high above the quiet village with an unexpected promise of sunshine. So I sat on the old bench besides the still water and sipped my sweet tea.
I noticed the roses had opened and their delicate pink heads stretched down to the pond like a waterfall bouquet. It was then I remembered my father’s words, ‘slow down and take time to smell the roses!’
During the years I spent travelling, I discovered what my father actually meant. Life is meant to be savoured, not devoured without experiencing the sight, the sound, the taste, the smell and the touch. And if that includes taking time to smell the roses, then indeed you must lean over the bush, being mindful that no bee will sting your nose, and smell that heavenly scent.
Here in the garden at our home for waifs and strays, it is easy to relax and take time out, to smell the roses or watch the hens or listen to the humming bees in the foxgloves but life goes on, on the other side of the gate. Just remember, that we can all find a moment during the day to ‘slow down and take time to smell the roses, whatever form that might be!
“What day is it?"
It's today," squeaked Piglet.
My favorite day," said Pooh.”
― A.A. Milne