The sweet smell of wild roses always takes me back to summer camp. The wildflowers on mountain trails are such a vibrant blaze of color. It can’t help but be a blessing, even when you are huffing and puffing yourself up a hill. Meadows full of purple, red, white, pink, and yellow cover the hills and valleys.
Sage and wild onion provide the savory opposite that wonderful honeyed breath of the rose bushes all covered with delicate pink petals. It’s a choice: focus on the sore feet or focus on the rough beauty. No contest.