It’s June 21st tomorrow and the first day of summer. Our roses are in full bloom now. I have been captivated by their beauty and enjoy looking at them every day. Being a budding photographer and naturalist, I couldn’t resist taking these pictures. They’re all from the front garden.
My Dad wrote a poem called “Oh Beauteous Rose” which I will share with you. He had a beautiful rose garden in the old country and enjoyed cultivating roses very much. His love for flowers, and roses in particular, never waned. He enjoyed our garden up to his last summer and this was written later in his life – in Canada.
Oh beauteous Rose
Your ruby red
So velvety and soft
Your petals formed and arranged
To such perfection.
Your head held high
With your long and stately stem
Your fragrance fills the air
Your perfume exhilarates.
Symbol of beauty and purity
What is it that glistens on your petal
A dewdrop – or a teardrop?
Perhaps it’s mine
That soon you’ll leave
Your allure all behind
Your fragrance fade away
And your petals fall.
But should I be sad?
For when fresh spring is in the air
Will you not come back
To bloom for me again
Next year?
Seasons come and seasons go as they say. My Dad depicts this well in this poem. Have a great summer! Take time to smell the roses.