Birth, life death

The roses bloom and die so quickly that there is bud, bloom and dead petal all on one stem.   So too does hope rise and fall.  We were on a high this morning as we finalised things for the potential buyers to view.  The house was blooming when they came, but our feelings fast faded after they left.  They were "how could we change things?" kind of people, "How could I develop your barn?", "where could we put a pool?"  They seemed blind to the beauty of the place, its calmness, its views, the textures and subtleties of life here.  Instead of taking in the beauty, they furrowed their brows on the mundane.  And, tellingly, they didn't look back over their shoulders as they left. Oh well, the birth, life death cycle repeats.  There will be others who will come here to see and appreciate the beauty.