I was inspired to do this post by a fellow blogger across the ocean who writes wonderful posts rich in historical, literary and mythological information. You can visit their blog at The World According to Dina. If you haven’t met them already you should definitely visit them and take a look at their latest post about the symbolism of the rose.
As I told Klaus earlier today, I have only nurtured one other rose bush in my life but it was really a magnificent plant, started from a mere stick that grew taller than my porch, filled itself with fragrant, orange-yellow blossoms and was the envy of many friends and neighbors. Sadly, I left it behind when my life took a strange and sudden turn. Since then I have not grown roses-until now, some 25 years later. It was my husband who suggested we get multiple bushes and having an established one already on the property we bought really caught me up in the beauty of the idea. He planted them all like models lined up on a runway and we have nurtured, fed and pruned them since they began to really bud. I am always snapping photos with my “real” camera; but I also take a lot of quick shots with my phone. It actually takes some nice photos and enables me to take photos anytime, anywhere. I visit my garden before I leave for work, when I come home at lunch and also when I get home in the late afternoon. I love to say hello to the lizards, look for new little visitors and see what opened its eyes to the world while I was away and in this way I carry the beauty of my garden with me wherever I go. I wanted to take a moment to share today’s bloom with you. It is my very favorite color of all! We have had to battle a few ugly bugs to keep them healthy but we are all learning our boundaries….
She Glows
With sleepy eye she blinks at me,
the blush rising in her cheek,
and
steals my heart with golden voice
though nary a word doth she speak.
She shies not away
from the glare of the day.
as wind brushes past,
so she trembles, and fast
I must capture the moment
now gone in a flash!
At end of day succumbs to the
sunset, and softly
whispers vespers as
evening shadows fall
like a blanket over the garden.
Sensuous in twilight, she
reminds me it is good to be
soft,
lovely,
fleeting,
brilliant,
honest.
Her thorns betray her fear,
her message very clear.
“You may look, admire me much;
but if you dare to touch,
you may wound
us both.
Cheryl KP
copyright words and photos
2015
Beautiful flower!
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Thanks! They keep me smiling
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What a gorgeous post! I love, love, LOVE yellow roses! So cheerful and inviting… but as in your poem, look but don’t touch! Very nice, Cheryl! Always a pleasure to visit your pages! 🙂
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Thanks so much it is always nice to see you here!
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A BIG and warm thank you from me as well, Cheryl. It’s so kind of you to give us this great shout out! 🙂
Best regards from the North,
Dina x
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I am so happy to do it. I have enjoyed your posts ever since I started following. I doubt I will ever get to visit but you make it so real through your photos and words i can imagine it well. I particularly live the history that you share. 😊
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❤️❤️💐😀
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Good morning, dear Cheryl,
thank you very much for mentioning our blog and my article about the symbolism of the rose. And thanks for sharing your poetry which goes so well with your great pictures of roses.
All the best from the other side of the big water
the Fab Four of Cley
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Thank you! I have always heard how beautiful and diverse Greenland is and that ise vident in your photos and descriptions of your adventures. All the best to you and your beautiful family.
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Thank you 🙂
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My pleasure.
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Stunning photos and lovely words to accompany them. And what an achievement, your commitment to cultivating them.
I read the blog post you recommended – fascinating. Human beings have always sought meaning in anything and everything as they try to make sense out of life and the universe.
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Thank you Julia. Yes they have. In my opinion this is the seat of religious birth, the need to understand the world and our place in it.
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It’s such a shame, I think, that so much of spirituality and faith gets drowned by our pride in our own intellect – not that I’m saying our minds shouldn’t be fully involved in discovering God, but that intellect can actually end up closing hearts and minds, rather than opening them up.
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I agree.
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