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.
Raspberries and strawberries are not blooming yet, but we try to remember where we see a lot of them so we can go back to that trail in July for a sweet feast.
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.