For just a short while, they will open their petals, expose their hearts and share their gifts. They will be rocked and buffeted. They will sing, weep, laugh, give, receive, learn.
Like with life, the garden is always in a state of flux. Nothing stays the same for long. There is always something new, always change.
The light in September is soft. Rosa ‘Roald Dahl’ is like melting butter. The greens are sober: sage and jade. They provide the perfect foil for the fewer flowers in the rose garden.
A post about fragility, being gentle, and holding on.
The most beautiful buds prize this week goes to that ugly duckling, the walnut. There is such sculpted elegance in those leaves. They have just a touch of apricot-bronze. And the silvery shimmer! Look at it from this angle: And this: The pineappley things turn out to be blossom buds, but I think the leaves…