The Last of the Roses

For some reason I always hate when it is time to cut back my roses even though I know it is for the best. In order to ensure good blooming for the coming year they need to be cut down and then there are no flowers for a couple of months. It sort of seems like a metaphor for life to me right now. Like clearing out the dead wood in fruit trees, or digging up and dividing bulbs we also need to make room in our lives for the good that is in store. To that end I am tying all this in with New Year's resolutions and clearing out clutter and eliminating things that do not serve me anymore. Creating space so that I can now choose what I want to include in my life and then to cultivate and tend these new ideas and plans. Before I know it it will be Spring again and the first roses will be here to replace the last. Blessed New Year.