Craving Roses, Grasping Thorns

Butterfly wings

“But he that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.” -Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Czech field and National Forest
Czech field and National Forest

June is a beautiful month in Czech Republic. Everywhere, outside of Prague, vast fields of grain stretch out across the hills and into the mountains. The fields’ seafoam green coloring in June could almost pass for ocean. Here, two photos of the field and forest at the end of our street.

Czech Republic scene in June
Czech Republic scene in June

Here in Czech Republic, my family lives in a house very modest in size by US standards, but the fenced-in yard is even tinier — our grass is about the size of an average US living room. But despite the small size, we love it. Less stuff = bliss. And I still grow flowers …

Marigold and Salvia
Marigold and Salvia

Window boxes and planters spill with color from the windowsills …

Scarlet after rain
Scarlet after rain

And our dog, Poppy, loves the yard. She finds plenty of places to get into things …

our pup, Poppy
our pup, Poppy

Today, though, I didn’t think much about Poppy running around in the front of the house, barking. She disappeared for a few minutes behind an evergreen tree, and tried to come inside with pieces of everything stuck in her hair: moss, pine needles, bark, grass, etc. I brushed her off with two swipes of my hand, and raced her up the stairs for writing time. She leaped up into the chair like every day, and soon fell asleep, like always …

But about ten minutes later, as I typed, I noticed a bug on my laptop keyboard. I looked closer … and it was *gasp* a tick! And then, another! And another! And two more, for a total of FIVE ticks crawling across my lap.

I don’t have to tell you how high I jumped, or how many pulse-pounding trips I made in record time to throw the ticks in the toilet, or how quickly I tossed my sweet Poppy into the tub for a bath, or how my skin crawls still thinking about it. Though I grew up in Arkansas with frequent ticks, I can hardly stand the thought of them now. And, here in Czech Republic, they not only carry Lyme, but they’re deadly with Encephalitis.

I’m still shuddering.

But, in the same postage stamp-sized yard, there is so much beauty, too. I guess they’re right when they say, we can’t have the roses without the thorns.

Butterfly wings
Butterfly wings in my garden this week

I’m so glad for the roses in life.

How about you? Thorns? Roses? What helps you see past the thorns to the rose?

Published by Jennifer Lyn Art

About Jennifer Writer Author Photographer Artist Corporate Marketer Happy Wife & Mom World Traveler Grateful.

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