Monday, March 9, 2015

Lost in Roses


When I was in my 20's and living in Melbourne, Australia, I owned a house in the bayside suburb of Brighton.  It was a beautifully old and very raw house and one that I truly loved. 

I loved it more for it's garden than for any other reason.  That garden had over 30 old and well established rose bushes and I remember endless giddy moments of utter joy, wondering throughout them marvelling at their form and color.

I remember trying to chase of possums that would often feast on them, and battling armies of aphids in the late summer months.

I always had masses of roses in vases throughout my house.  There was never any design to the bouquets, I would pick whatever was blooming and the colors were always chaotic and vibrant, and every vase was a picture of beauty.

Roses grow differently in the mid-west.  They don't like the bitter cold winters and there summer performances are often minimal and lack-luster.  \

So as the cold drags on, I've been spending my time plunged in memories of that gorgeous rose  garden in Australia.

Enjoy your own memories, hold them close and make new ones.

I hope you have a great day.  Thanks for stopping by. xx