No, not a song by Van Morrison (as much as I have always enjoyed his music), but something just as amazing... The first rose of the season is always special, but the colors and textures and the fragrance of this one are something sing and dance about, and quite beyond description.
Seeing a splash of creamy color through the kitchen window yesterday morning a little after sunrise, I put down my mug of tea and ran for the camera, then just sat silently in the wet grass looking at the bloom for some time - it would have been difficult to find anything at all to say.
My Jackson and Perkins floribunda is as radiant and ethereal as its name suggests, and as beautiful as something birthed in the Elysian fields - even its name (Moondance) is perfect. Who knew, plucking its once and sorry pot from a bargain bin a year or two ago, that it would be such a glorious dweller in my garden?