Sunday, September 24, 2006

Last Rose

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.

- Thomas Moore


Anonymous said...

I've been thinking about your photo and poem since I read it a few days ago. How does one know when the last one comes? Maybe in a hybrid rose, but in the rosa rugosas, they just keep on blooming. I have rosehips right alongside a brand new rose. Both my white and magenta roses have new blooms. Then I began to think of it metaphorically. The last time we carry our child on our hip, we don't know it is the last time. The last time we walk along hand in hand with our little ones, we don't know it is the last time. Flowers and children. Our children grow and we tend our flowers. We need to nurture. We need to feel needed. Love, Nan

Les said...

You are quite right! How does one know when it's "the last" of something? As far as plants go, I'm quite pleased with how many are still in bloom on this first day of October. I want to make some notes as to what is still blooming and what did well this past year. A garden is always a work in progress, isn't it?