67 thoughts on “WEDNESDAY ROSES (23MARCH2022)”

    1. Hi! Thanks for the smile with that comment – and I don’t grow roses (have baggage from the 1990s- haha) so I just enjoy them in vases or in other people’s gardens
      ☀️😊☀️

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        2. Sadly, I only saw it once that I remember as an adult long after she had passed away. She died when I was an infant, but my Step Grandfather’s second wife was good at keeping it up. The photos of it I’ve seen when she was alive always looked lovely even more so because she was in the images in her garden. 😍

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        3. Wow that is extra cool That she was in the photos – I believe it was quite rare (or not as trendy) to be in the photos like it is these days where photography is accessible to all! Or maybe she was just that good of a Gardener and those prized roses made folks say “um, we need the gardener in these photos too!”
          Ha!
          And that reminds me of something I was thinking about this week!
          There have been a lot of daffodil posts and I even had one earlier this month – with part of the poem about daffodils:
          “I wandered lonely as a cloud
          That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
          When all at once I saw a crowd,
          A host, of golden daffodils;
          Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
          Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

          Continuous as the stars that shine
          And twinkle on the milky way,
          They stretched in never-ending line
          Along the margin of a bay:
          Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
          Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

          The waves beside them danced; but they
          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
          A poet could not but be gay,
          In such a jocund company:
          I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
          What wealth the show to me had brought:

          For oft, when on my couch I lie
          In vacant or in pensive mood,
          They flash upon that inward eye
          Which is the bliss of solitude;
          And then my heart with pleasure fills,
          And dances with the daffodils.

          Sue also shared part of his poem.
          And it dawned on me that when he penned those words – and when he got so excited about seeing the yellow daffodils it can be better understood in context because the world was perhaps less colorful in general – less home gardens (not like it is now where almost anyone can have flowers) and no photography and tech with this ultra rug colors – even clothing was less colorful for the most part – ya know l?
          So I reread his poem and imagined early 1800s and how those yellow daffodils captivated probably far more than they do for me in this color rich world!
          Similarly, your grandmother growing roses (kind of like Granama Roses – get it – like The artist Grandam Moses) well not everyone could have roses and I bet it was extra special
          Thanks for sharing about her and at least she got to see you as an infant
          ☀️💐

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        4. Rebecca’s post? I read that too and I have been drawing and painting daffodils for a couple of weeks. Inspired by the sweet little bouquet #1 Grandson gave me while we were there that he picked from his yard. Anyway, in my painting journal I included that last stanza with my little painted bouquet of daffodils and of course a note about #1 giving me the bouquet that inspired the painting. 😀

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        5. Okay – so that is like totally precious !
          Getting any flowers from a grandchild is a treat but then being able to sketch them – well
          Maybe some day he will really
          Appreciate the sketch when he is older –
          Can you send me a link to Rebecca’s daffodil post?

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        6. Looking through my conversations I see it wasn’t Rebecca’s post but your post on daffodils with the last stanza that prompted me to write it my art journal! She does poetry all the time so I thought it was her. It was you! 😀🌼

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    1. Happy Wednesday Janet!
      Those roses had a light scent and was different from seeing them live in a garden ;(store roses are sometimes so different eh?)

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  10. The “love me, love me not” reminds me of The Little Mermaid, my granddaughter’s new favorite. I trimmed the roses last month, fertilized them and soaked them a few days ago. They should burst for joy in a few days welcoming me back from my trip to see the grandkids. Lovely post, Yvette. 🙂

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    1. Hi! I never heard that about red roses – but maybe all the green foliage helped in this case (so they didn’t blend into one red blur)
      Thanks for checking out this post

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  22. Fun post – not your normal floral post of one pretty flower after another. I liked the wilted, dried flowers and the cartoons were great. Very creative, Yvette.

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    1. Hi – well this was actually supposed to go out on Monday with the bookshelf share but the post was feeling clogged – so I split it up to a new post – thanks for checking it out

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