Friday, June 29, 2018

Friday Ramble - For the Roses

One has to love creatures so exotic and lavishly endowed. Summer's roses are glorious creatures in their time of blooming, be the flowering an interval lasting a few weeks or one lasting all season long. All artful curves and lush fragrance, velvety petals and fringed golden hearts, the blooms are lavishly dappled with dew at first light, and they're a rare treat for these old eyes as the early sun moves across them. If we are fortunate, there will be roses blooming in our garden until late autumn, and we three hold the thought close.

The word rose hails from the Old English rose, thence from the Latin rosa and the Greek rhoda. Predating these are the Aeolic wrodon and the Persian vrda-, and at the beginning of it all, the Proto-Indo-European (PIE) form wrdho- meaning "thorn or bramble". Most of our roses have thorns to reckon with, and none more so than this morning's offering.

We can see this exquisite David Austin rose from our bedroom window, and watching it, we find ourselves falling in love with roses all over again.  They are particularly lovely as they mature, graceful as they fade and wither and dwindle, their petals falling away and fluttering to the earth like confetti.

There's a bittersweet and poignant aspect to such thoughts in late June and early July, and I remember feeling the same way last year around this time. Here we are again in the second half of a calendar year and pottering down the luscious golden slope to autumn and beyond. Bumbles love roses, and they spend their sunlight hours flying from one bloom to another. My pleasure in the season and a gentle melancholy seem to be all wrapped up together in falling rose petals and blissed out bumblebees. 

Call it wabi sabi and treasure the feelings—they are elemental expressions of wonder, rootedness and connection, the suchness of all things. How sweet it is, thorns and all.

3 comments:

Barbara R. said...

I keep wanting to harvest the rose hips...thinking a tea perhaps. But something stops me every time I think it.

Kiki said...

When I lived in England, I got to know the David Austin roses. I fell totally and utterly in love with all of them. Their perfume, their multi-layered frilly skirts, their strength when they are allowed to get older....

To have one in front of one's window is a special gift from the Gods - enjoy it while it lasts!

christinalfrutiger said...

No!! Please don't talk of Autumn...we have just walked into summer...Let's just enjoy it's utter beauty however fleeting it may be! Which is just a reminder to live in the moment and gift of nature that she presents to us now...
And yes, there is nothing more intoxicating and representative of early summer than beautiful roses. I could die in their scent...