Sunday, February 8, 2009


I've been tagged by my cyber-nephew, the most sensitive and lovely, Tom in Vegas.

The rules are pretty simple:

Go to your photo files and find the fourth photo from the fourth folder and then post it.



What popped up for me was a welcome reminder of spring last year. These are wild yellow roses that were a gift from a dear old lady who has since passed away. She gave me one little slip of a plant and it has gone, well, wild. It's sneaking up in the lilacs, poking through the daylilies, and inching up through the iris. Like most wild roses they don't bloom very long but the reward is a heavenly scent while they last.

When you are a gardener and share your plants you live on in this world in a very special way. Below is a closer view. I tag anyone who wants to share a photo (or two)

4 comments:

Tom in Vegas said...

What a beautiful vista! I could spend a long time in your beautiful garden walking and thinking up a storm about this or that. Or just simply sit somewhere and ponder Mysteries that invite contemplation.

It should be of little wonder why so many monasteries are in rural areas where nature is un-obscured and uncorrupted.

BTW, did you not once write a post about your friend who gave you these roses? Was she not the one you were kind enough to give rides to? It was a long time ago so I might be misaligning the people to the events.

Adrienne said...

You're thinking of Rose who passed away from cancer.

No - these came from the mother-in-law of a friend of mine. She loved to garden as much as I did and was always bringing me little cutting and diggings. She brought me a few miniature iris (her DIL was kind of a grouch and tried to discourage her from bringing them - said I wouldn't want them, blah, blah)

Anyway, they are gorgeous and spread so darn fast that within a few years I started a huge bed of them in the back and sell hundreds of them on ebay every year.

MightyMom said...

what's a miniature iris?? I've only ever seen BIG iris.

love those roses.

I had a cutting from an antique rose that's been in my family >100 years...but I lost it. I need to go back to my Aunt and try again. 1 dinner plate pale rose at a time...you can smell down the block.

Katie Alender said...

Lovely picture! I'm not anxious for warmer weather since we've had such a miserably hot winter, but I do like the thought of things growing! I need to start some seeds before too much more time passes.