My Neighbor's Roses

My Neighbor's Roses

The roses upon my neighbor's vine
Are owned by him, but they are also mine;
His was the cost, and his the labor, too,
But mine as well as his the joy, their loveliness to view.

They bloom for me, and are for me as fair
As for the man who gives them all his care.
Thus I am rich, because a good man grew
A rose-clad vine for all his neighbors' view.

I know from this that others plant for me,
And what they own, my joy may also be;
So why be selfish, when so much that's fine
Is grown for you, upon your neighbor's vine?

~Abraham Gruber

This little poem comes from this book discovered by John at the local flea market for a pittance. The book is loaded with wisdom and I've enjoyed every page.



I find My Neighbor's Roses so meaningful because it very nearly perfectly explains how I feel about so many blogs...each one a life shared. I don't own the beautiful homes nor the rooms that fill them; no, nor the treasures that fill the rooms, but they are still somehow mine because they have been shared. Makes me feel like sharing, too.

Can you believe that another week has passed and that the weekend is here? Enjoy this day and your weekend...