Last year we planted half a dozen different colored roses. There was bridal pink, long stem red, a stunning coral hybrid, and one that we all deemed the precise color yellow of Belle’s dress from “Beauty and the Beast.”

They bloomed beautifully for a few weeks after planting. Then, the caterpillars came. We sprayed and tried to protect them, but each day they disappeared a little more, slowly ravaged by pests. Pests can be a nuisance in many ways in the garden, however, it may not be as well known to many, but they do have the potential to trigger asthma in some people if they come in close contact, so it is important that those who suffer look into asthma treatment to help them and get the pests eradicated where they are. This is especially important if they come into the home and start to multiply and infect other areas. To make sure that they are permanently removed, homeowners may want to look into something similar to Milwaukee Pest Control Services, but in their area, so they have the issue sorted as soon as possible.

That time last year was a challenging one for me. I was in one of those whiplash seasons when you think that your life is going to go one way and then suddenly it jerks you in another. Planting those roses felt like a balm to my aching soul.

So, when the same roses began to succumb to the caterpillars’ merciless munching, I was devastated. As I watched them disintegrate before my eyes, I felt like my soul was disintegrating with them until there was nothing left but a stem.

From that day on, I knew that I would try and do everything in my power to ensure that my plants don’t get eaten again. A hard task, I know, but I had to try. The only solace I get is that it happens to many other people too. In fact, it happened to my friend. She had beautiful roses like me, and not long after they were planted, they succumbed to the insects and pests that were in her garden. Luckily, she was able to get in touch with somewhere like this pest control company Roanoke, which is similar to the one in Milwaukee, and they were gone before she knew it. Since then, she took the advice from these professionals about how to keep the pests at bay, and they haven’t come back yet. This is definitely something that I should consider too, especially if I want to make the most of my roses.

Still, unbelievably, the days kept passing, the earth kept turning, the seasons kept changing.

Then, the rains came-slowly at first, shattering the oppressive heat, quenching the parched ground. At last, they came in earnest, drenching the earth and coloring everything in the most spectacular shades of technicolor green.

And, one day I saw a shoot on one of the roses. Then, another. And, another. Leaves began to unfurl, and the stems stretched higher. After a few short weeks, buds began to sprout and grow.

Then, one morning, a perfectly pink bud broke open, timid and shy in the coolness of the morning. But, as the sun climbed across the clear blue sky, the petals stretched and relaxed until that rose stood with its face fully open in the glowing afternoon sun.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget that perfect pink rose opening wide in a single day. It gives me hope for my own soul. And, if I really sit back and “consider the work of God,” I feel like a few shoots and buds are starting to grow. Maybe they haven’t bloomed yet, but I have a hope that they will.

“For there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender shoots will not cease. Though its root may grow old in the earth, and its stump may die in the ground, yet at the scent of water it will bud and bring forth branches like a plant.”

(Job 14:7-9 NKJV)