During early Autumn, a walk through my garden usually finds rose
hips and bare branches preparing for winter's assault.
But this year things are different.
Two September hurricanes brought inches of warm rain and days
of stifling humidity, leaving the grass greener than it had been in
weeks,
and my summer roses in both bud and bloom.
Instead of finding faded leaves and dried thorns, I filled a vase
and enjoyed the gift of color and grace,
along with the reminder that this warm-weather splendor is
just a reprieve.
So as the days shorten and the temperature drops, I cut as many
blooms as the children can carry, savoring the vintage scents
and velvet touch.
Because when winter arrives and the west wind blows, all we'll
have of summer is a lingering rose.
hips and bare branches preparing for winter's assault.
But this year things are different.
Two September hurricanes brought inches of warm rain and days
of stifling humidity, leaving the grass greener than it had been in
weeks,
and my summer roses in both bud and bloom.
Instead of finding faded leaves and dried thorns, I filled a vase
and enjoyed the gift of color and grace,
along with the reminder that this warm-weather splendor is
just a reprieve.
blooms as the children can carry, savoring the vintage scents
and velvet touch.
Because when winter arrives and the west wind blows, all we'llhave of summer is a lingering rose.
What is a "Study in . . ."?
A visual record defined by a single element, such as color, texture, or type. Previous journal entries include Indian Summer, All is White, Family Reunion, and Walney Pond.
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I knew when I saw this title that I would love this post. As, we ran through the front door the other day after school, my daughter said "Mom, look at the roses." One rose bush had a few perfect flowers, which were almost missed because I was in a rush. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Gayle. I hope you took pictures. I'd love to see them on your blog.
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