Rose of Sharon

A rose of sharon bush caught my eye at about mile 6 of 7 today. Huge and blooming. Filled with blossoms. Evenly spaced in a way that created a magical effect. Repeating over and over again. I took time to stop and smell the flowers. 

My grandma had a rose of sharon bush in her front yard next to a rock that was just big enough to be interesting and stomp on to get a small lift off the ground. Not a climbing bolder, but a front yard feature. Who knows where it came from. On google maps it is still there, but the current owners moved the rock next to mailbox. The rose of sharon at her house bloomed with white flowers and deep magenta inners.

Pretty boring run today.  I didn't mind especially after yesterday's fiasco it felt good to just relax a bit. Thursdays are generally more relaxed anyway, but this felt like a moment to demonstrate quiet resilience.



 

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