This morning’s walk was awash in roses. Seems early, but grateful for the beauty everywhere in this season of goodbyes. I never used to understand it when my teachers got a little dewy-eyed around this time of year, but now I do. We are in the process of saying goodbye to yet a second graduating class who had to dig deeper than many thought possible to stay focused and to complete the work before them. So yes, I’m a little weepy this morning, but the roses help a bit. Roses to you all.