by George Eliot
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
You are probably getting a little bored with my flower blips, but this one is special!!
My roses haven't been doing very well this summer. They are very late and don't seem to be the least bit interested in blooming.
This is my very first rose this summer!!!
We inherited this rose bush when we moved in and it is a very decadent shade of pink!!
There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. ~Celia Thaxter
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
First Rose of Summer