This morning I planned to stalk Bluebirds thinking the rain was to come tomorrow. It came today though, and standing on my veranda I could smell the essence of roses carried in rain. Between showers I went to them, to see more closely and smell more deeply.
I am always somewhat saddened when their flowers are spent, but I know in the black, cold, of this coming winter, I will be looking at them over and over again, in the softness of their morning, and in the light of their dawn. Stainless Steel has an early hip, as has Diamond Jubilee. I think the flowers of Queen Elizabeth, Honey Dijon, and Double Delight may last only today. The floriferous John Davis, Cinco de Mayo, John Cabot, will continue all summer. Golden Sceptre is offering up its gold this morning and Abraham Darby has come forward again.
I have a couple of good books on the go, so will leave you now to curl up in my big chair and turn a few pages.
Double Delight
Honey Dijon
Queen Elizabeth
John Davis
Cinco de Mayo
Abraham Darby
Golden Sceptre
