Since we moved last spring, our lives are  filled with paint, dust, and the hassles of inexperienced attempts  to restore our new (old) house. It is often a bit depressing, and my heart is longing for a time when we will feel home again….   
but the place is blessed by an old rosebush, covered in roses since mid-May. Roses bloom and fade, new buds come and bloom again… 
 





 
 
  
 





