My "live-in gardener" and I have an addiction to
adding roses in the garden.
We particularly go for "old, heirloom" varieties.
There are three climbing roses on the trellis below.
They bloom at different times.
Then in front of the house there are about 25 roses.
Bouquets in the house this time of year always include roses.
The heat we are having right now,
today is expected to reach 106 degrees,
does not make for happy roses.
But they are hanging in there
and for that I am happy.
I was looking for a poem about roses,
but instead found the following.
Enjoy! Have a happy day!
A Child in a Garden
Once I had just half an hour
To frolic by myself;
Presto! By a lilac bush
I changed into an elf.
I whispered to a ladybird,
"I really am a child!"
But the disbelieving thing
Shrugged its wings and smiled.
A dusty bumblebee and I
Robbed the honey crocks
Of the Canterbury bells
And the hollyhocks.
And beneath a pansy plant--
A place no grown-up knows--
I pirouetted with an ant
On my elfin toes.
Then down the spice-pink-bordered path
Mother came for me;
The elf became a little girl
Ready for her tea.
~by Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets
