". . . in the spring becomes the rose."

Most folks know that Amanda McBroome wrote this song (The Rose), and as the month of April begins, struggling to bring spring — while conflict and strife seem to reign throughout the world — I pray her song provides the hope and promise that McBroome intended as she wrote The Rose.  And no, she is not upset that Bette Midler gets most of the "credit" for the song, instead she says, "I would not have written this song if it had not been for Bette Midler." 


Meanwhile, since my garden (including my rose), still sleeps in its burlap wrapped* state (which I described in a previous post), and since it appears to have endured having had mountains of snow fall on it all winter while I continue to struggle with personal "setbacks," (as perhaps you do as well, dear reader), today I will share McBroome's consolation: "just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, lies the seed that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes the rose.