Extending the hand of friendship
We have finally had truly cold weather in Lewes and a light dusting of snow that has changed the contours of the hills and highlighted the furrows of the ploughed fields. The first day it snowed, it began while I was out walking, and the higher I got on the Downs the more there was of it. I came onto an exposed sweep of land and there, in the middle of it, was a bouquet of roses scattered on the ground. The pale yellow of the blooms and their green leaves were a startling sight, surrounded as they were by a monochromatic landscape of white snow, grey sky and dark shrubs.
I learned afterwards that yellow roses are a symbol of friendship, though there was no indication of why they had been left in this isolated spot.
A friend suggested that perhaps they had been placed here as a caring message, reaching out to whoever came across them.
I like that idea. Friendship in its many forms is something we all need during this time of isolation and social distance.
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