Friday, June 6, 2008

pardon my english













































disclaimer: to all the garden aficionados I apologize for any distress,pain and suffering caused by my rose ignorance.




I love these roses. I call them English Roses. A true breed.



Not like the pointy, thornless supermarket roses bred for a long shelf and stem length. Something is lost there....the humongous petal count which takes each precious botanical gem forever to unfold and most important ...and the intoxicating, perfumerous scent! Isn't that the first thing you do when you pick up a rose? Give it a big sniff?



Oh to be Mena Suvari in American Beauty covered with all those roses (strategically placed of course).



I nickname these June's Perfume... As they were plopped in the ground so long ago the name may be lost forever....sadly they only grace the garden for the fleeting month of June...



I think of them as David Austin roses....cup-shaped with a maze of petals when in full bloom...forming a sacred cross in the center. Color simultaneously vibrant and faded on each velvety petal.




I daydream of Cotswold cottages amassed and shrouded in thorny vines peppered with color...Tasha Tudor at the doorway with a tea cozy.




I wish I could insert a scratch and sniff...the fragrance is divine.


Rosy, lemony, sweet, fruited, earthy.


So in true kitschy style...this is my blog postcard to you.....


"Wish You Were Here"


p.s. You know the ones Bethe!







6 comments:

SunnyBethe said...

Mmmm...I wish you had "Scratch & Sniff" also. And it's so true the smell of fresh lemon grass, wild chamomile, roses, lilacs, and the Horseradish blossoms from the plants that grew along side the barn blended together to make the Farm's own special perfume.
Summer nights were the most wonderful with the breezes coming in the windows with those wonderful fragrances. I love seeing photos of the place...

Just a memory...I became engaged June 6th while living on the farm. The day after a tornado touched down on Devil's Lane, knocking down 10-15 of the most wonderful old Oak trees in a cow pasture. 1974, yikes!! I sure hope that they havent developed all the open land out there. The quiet, starry nights were like heaven. hugs,

paige said...

beautiful....

Roses and Lilacs said...

I share your love of roses and a secret desire for a thatched cottage in some English village far from the nearest super highway.

Blanca said...

First of all I love all your paintings and all your farm animals. Maybe somewhere along the way I missed it on your blog but I just saw you featured on Country Living magazine. Love all the pictures they used. Congratulations!

Blanca

Blanca said...

Oh I feel like such a dummy it was Country Living email version. I just realized you were feature in 2006.

Merry said...

Your roses are gorgeous! I have always wished I could draw or paint. But God gives us each our own special gifts, yours are obvious.
Merry