I was so enchanted by the new growth on my roses this morning that I promised myself that I would take a little time write.
I have popped into Tea, Tree and Quills for a quiet reflect and for the space to do a little writing.
I would like the Morrocan Mint Tea and the Scones with Blackberry Jam. My mouth is watering as I wait.
Ah, the Rose!
I liken the rose to our journeys through life.
The absolute beauty of the bloom
From the very formal
To the loose petals of the old style roses
There are those that have a rich full perfume
Others despite their beauty have none
Many have very sharp thorns
A prick can be painful
As there is poison in the thorn
Some are almost thorn free
Roses give forth blooms
for almost 6 months of the year
They love to be fed and nourished
And can survive without much water
They respond well to vigorous pruning
During the stagnant stage of their cycle
I have been in love with roses for many a year. I remember the first time I discovered the rose garden in the Sydney Botanical gardens. I also recollect wandering around acres of rose gardens at the country Victorian town of Redcliffs. I have gratitude for the rose who has shown me so much.