Thursday, April 10, 2008

Antique Rose Emporium

"Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. "
Solomon 2 : 12-13

What a treat to roam around at The Antique Rose Emporium gardens. Hmm.. if only I could just blink my eyes and have all the beauty appear in my flower beds back home!
I think of Gertie when I see this many rose gardens in one place. Gertie was our sweet neighbor when I was growing up. With no children of her own, she and her husband Jack were like another set of grandparents to us. We were allowed to play all around her large yard. She seemed to be a constant presence in her rose gardens. Her dignity and style were shown even as she was pruning. I realize now that her flattering hat, gloves, long sleeves and pants served a purpose. She was shielding her fair skin from the harsh sunlight, and her hands,arms and legs from the thorns of the rose bushes. She was always so pretty, just like her "babies".

What a quaint garden gate to greet you as you walk up to the potting shed . The roses were just starting to bloom. I wish we had smell-a-web.... such a delight to walk around with my friend and sample all the unique scents each rose boasted. A mixture of very sweet scents, strong rose scents and even clover scents. Roses absent of any fragrance captured you with their outstanding showmanship.

If you have a garden that looks like any of these - I am jealous!!

Rustic Charm

The best of recycling. I love quirky...

I picked out two Cecile Brunner bushes and a Lime Balm Herb plant to purchase, but another rose bush appeared in the wagon that my dear hubby surprised me with. The new bush didn't have any blooms so I will just have to watch it as it grows to see what he picked out just for me. He would only tell me it was a pink rose (my favorite). I must add it probably took 10 years of marriage for me to convey to him I am not a red rose person. I think they are pretty, but they don't get my heart to flutter like pinks do.

"Ya'll come back now, you hear? " - Pot Head Man

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