Tag: rose hips

Blue tugged hard on the leash, insisting on following the sound of crunching leaves through the thicket alongside our mountain road. He pulled hard, me flailing behind him. Stopping abruptly, Blue’s nose twitched while his eyes searched for his prize — a rabbit! Thank goodness it was a fast rabbit and Blue is not a fan of briers. Whew!

But in the middle of that thicket, overgrown with chaos and winter brown, grew a lesson from God.

Rose hips.

I had never considered rose hips before.

But today was different.