Susie remembered an evening stroll along the grounds of Westwood to “gather roses—to preserve their perfumed leaves.” She described how her roses had stood up to the “fervid glances of the sun, and the hot kisses of the South wind” and yet, in the midst of such a trial, she found them “blooming in clusters of unusual beauty … apparently as fresh, and cool, and invigorated as if the blessed rain for which we had prayed had already fallen.” As she gathered the roses, she caught a bloom that was falling to the ground. She noticed that it was “besprinkled with water.” She then perceived that the
...more
Such a beautiful analogy.
