Along the road of life, stop to smell the roses...

What a great morning! As I tooled along the back roads on my way to work I cracked the window open for some fresh air. The scent of the wild roses was overpowering, and although it was a little chilly I opened the sunroof and the windows to capture as much of the perfumed air as possible. It was fabulous!

They say that smells conjure up memories and emotions. I thought back to when my folks, on some warm evenings, would pile us in the car and take us for a ride [my parents liked to go for rides]. On those warm evenings as they drove us through the countryside, the ditch alongside the paved road would be filled with mounds of white wild roses, and the sweet fragrance would waft through the windows as we sat and scanned the scenery for something out of the ordainary. What peaceful, simpler, less stressful times those were.

Some of the best things in life are free.