... the common tansy with a stem of roses ... |
I have been searching my flower books to find out the name of that flower.
It is in full bloom up and down the roads and along the foot paths.
I pulled one stalk to bring it into the house as a specimen.
The roots wouldn't come up and when I bent the stalk and twisted it, the fibers were too tough, so finally I was yanking at it.
LaRue is the name of the rose bush at the northwest corner of my south porch -- a bush that had been cut back so much that there was a question as to whether it would live or die.
... a cutting from the roses brought into the house today ... |
"Will LaRue live or die?"
That was the question of the two people gardening at that moment.
"Let's call this rose bush LaRue, and we will watch if its root system is enough to sustain it."
So always, when I am weeding or dead heading, or cutting blossoms from that bush, I am filled with gratitude for life in a bush and in a corporation.
Arta
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Wyona.
ReplyDeleteThere is beauty everywhere out here, some of it created from clay. Rebecca continues to make clay pendants, most of which she gives to folks who people her classes or whom she meets at single lectures or gifted at the end of the summer to cousins and second-cousins who have loved the land as they have stayed here. You took three of those pendants, added a few other beads to them and as we were saying last night, they now look so fine, it troubles us that we have no place to wear them. Given that fact I have changed my mind and so have others. Those beautiful necklaces are worn everyday and when someone looks at them, again we say to each other, beautiful. You have quite the eye for asymmetry and we like to wear it.
If you were here, I'd try to get bridge going.
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