beds of roses

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies.
~ Christopher Marlowe (1564-93)

IMG_9745 a Bourbon rose, Fairmount Prosepine

IMG_9746 a Tea rose, Monsieur Tillier

IMG_9761 an English rose, Munstead Wood

IMG_9744 an English rose, Princess Alexandra of Kent

IMG_9697 an English rose, Heathcliff

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shall I compare thee to a summer’s day

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
~ William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

These sweetly scented antique roses currently blooming at my deck.

IMG_9683a the Jaune Desprez rose, bred by Jean Desprez (France, 1830).

IMG_9677 the Maman Cochet rose, bred by Scipion Cochet (France, 1892).

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for what we give

IMG_9641 the Alnwick rose

IMG_9642 the Pat Austin rose

IMG_9640a the Heritage rose

As far as photography, I’ve been feeling a little stale lately, like I don’t really have anything new to offer. You know a few vintage finds here and there, some clearance score or favorite meal of the week. But maybe I’ve been thinking about it the wrong way. Maybe the trick is finding new ways through familiar things.
And most of my weekends feel decidedly less than glamorous (think: catching up on the laundry, watering the plants, hitting the grocery, and other sundry and not very exciting errands… like spacing around the garden.) I am growing 40 variety of roses right now, mostly the English and the antique roses. And the best thing that happened to me this week, despite the heat wave, they blooms.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. ~ Edward Arlington Robinson

it rained all weekend

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It rained all weekend,
but today the peaked roofs
are as dusty and warm
as the backs of old donkeys
tied in the sun.
So much alike are our houses,
our lives. Under every eave—
leaf, cobweb, and feather;
and for each front yard
one sentimental maple,
who after a shower has passed,
weeps into her shadow
for hours.

~ ‘A Monday in May’ by Ted Kooser, Flying at Night.

the opening of tea rose

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Even the unexpected fits the plan
All works of days a network meshed so fine
that even accidents assume their fitted place
the unknown, gambits predesigned.
the uninvited, already registered
What I have done today
was launched at birth
not mine alone but everyone’s
back to the single strand.
One more, one less, unthinkable
fulcrum for toppling the universe.
Nothing means that wasn’t meant
Nothing meant that doesn’t mean.
My touch upon your hand this morning
confirmed ten billions souls in balance
explained five million years of standing up
justified a million galaxies
and the opening this afternoon
of that tiny tea rose near the window.

~ ‘Cosmos’ by unknown

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