Roses

Roses—I just have to talk about them. Again, and again talk about how every bush in my garden is in bloom all over again, and how lovely, and how intense the coloration this time; even more vibrant and vivid than on that first precious bloom of early spring.

The Unicorn roses have acquired the color of poached eggs and apricot reserve and the Chicago Peace are ballerinas in tutus in two shades of pinks.

The Paradise rose have been gifting me with so many blooms; enough to make bouquets to bring inside…  

This new outburst of loveliness has gotten me excited and much decidedly on planting more roses next spring.  At some point, early this past spring, I decided to forget about roses; to not replace them, not plant them... forget about them, but my love of them has rekindled somehow, and it has revived with this new show of late summer loveliness, and I guess that instead of waiting as I’d usually do for our local Home Depot or Lowe’s to bring their roses in May, I will be ordering them from a real nursery this time—in January, they’d told me.  I order them in January and they will care for them until spring; until they are ready for planting.  

Thus far, I see about five new spaces where I could fit new roses in, and I have another three bushes I will be taking out for sure.  Oh it feels so good to dream, and make plans!

Do you love roses?  "The rose is a rose from the time it is a seed to the time it dies. Within it, at all times, it contains its whole potential. It seems to be constantly in the process of change: Yet at each state, at each moment, it is perfectly all right as it is".  Paulo Coelho.