November 8, 2009

November Roses

Some time ago, I pruned the roses in the garden behind the little blue house in the village and put them to bed for the winter, lovingly cocooned in leaf matter and covered over with hay for the winter.

As I beavered away on that chill morning, I discovered a late budding spray of David Austin's fragrant Heritage tucked into a protected alcove, and I marveled at the tenacity and insouciance of this remarkable garden resident so far north.

I cut the spray and brought it indoors, and this morning it bloomed, filling the kitchen with an old rose fragrance which took my winterized sensibilities back to high summer. Out of such small and unexpected gifts, a life both mindful and thankful is made.

8 comments:

Tabor said...

I love roses and the beauty they bring. I also posted about my roses, yesterday.

Delphyne said...

How beautiful the rose and her gift to you.

Anonymous said...

Beautifully stated, I actually could smell them. Thank you!
Marsha

liliannattel said...

That is lovely and such a surprising gift at this time of year.

Treaya said...

Gorgeous roses

Prairie Star said...

They remind me of you, dear one!

One Woman's Journey said...

Beautiful - I agree with another comment "I could smell them".
I love roses but my new cottage seems to sit in a damp and shady area. Will see!!!

Kim Antieau said...

So lovely to see these, especially at this time of year. xoxo