SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO GO OUT… AND SMELL THE ROSES
When I decided to check where the phrase “Go out and smell the roses” came from, I discovered that the actual expression is “stop and smell the roses.” It is often attributed to the American golfer Walter Hagen, who wrote: “You only live once—but if you work it right, once is enough.” He also wrote about not hurrying and making sure to smell the flowers along the way.
But I see a slightly different meaning in the idea of “go out and smell the roses.” Instead of waiting for the roses to be in front of us, sometimes we have to make an effort to go out and find them. For us, one of those places is Portland, Oregon.
Portland is known as the “City of Roses.” During World War I, roses and other plants in Europe were threatened by the war, and Portland became a safe place for preserving and growing roses. Today, the International Rose Test Garden has hundreds of varieties. We visited it last year, and the experience was overwhelming—in the best possible way.
Not far from where our daughter and her family live, there are four squares covered with roses. The gardens are divided into different sections, so you can walk from one area to another and have a completely different experience with the roses.
We came back again this time. The smell of the roses was overwhelming. But what impressed me even more was seeing how many different people came there simply to enjoy them. I saw teenagers who came especially to smell the roses. I saw a family having lunch. I met a woman who had been taking care of the same small section of the garden for 27 years. The sections are cared for by volunteers, many of whom have developed a personal relationship with their little piece of the garden. I saw another woman sitting on a bench, reading and writing notes.
My granddaughter loved the place because there is a swing nearby. She spent time swinging while my wife and daughter sat on a bench. And I thought: What could be more enjoyable than this?
Sometimes we have to go out and smell the roses. And you don’t have to travel to Portland. Here in the Bay Area, we have the Rose Garden in Golden Gate Park. It is smaller than what we experienced in Portland, but it can provide the same opportunity to stop, look, smell, and simply enjoy being alive. So, my suggestion is simple: Go out and find your roses.
It doesn’t necessarily have to be roses. It can be flowers, trees, the ocean, a park, a bench, a garden—or simply a place where you can sit and enjoy the moment. Sometimes, you just have to make the effort to go out and smell them.
In my last Friday’s story, you can see three roses which I photographed in the garden especially for my last week’s post. If you would like to see more beautiful flowers and read words of wisdom, you can find it all in my book Reflections which you can buy on Amazon.
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