In the interests of posting more flower photos and sharing memories, I present to you some rose photos.
I have four lovely rose bushes at my house. All but one was given to us. One by our mum/mum-in-law — a treasured possession. Friends gave us another (Homage to Barbara) when she (the mother-in-law, not the friend) died. Ever practical, like the woman herself, the flower heads just drop off when they are done. Barb would have appreciated the joke. The third rose was also given to us by a friend. It was one of the roses planted in the Rose Gardens at Old Parliament House (Canberra), but it was culled from the garden to make way for more healthy stock. Their loss, our gain, don’t you think?
Homage to Barbara
Not perfect, exceptional
Me in my pink house dress
You in brilliant red.
A rose given, a rose lost.
A heart not forsaken, not
Broken or withered on the stem
What was yours, now mine.
The world, my garden.
Kind Regards
Tracy
Response to the Tuesday word prompt — Rose — from Frank at Dutch Goes the Photo. Click on the link to join in.
Beautiful photos.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Beautiful 🌹🌹🌹🌹
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Thank you. You’re very kind.
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My pomme soul comes to the fore in my love of roses, but roses do not like where I live. So I have to adore them from afar and admire them in blogland. Nice photos Tracy. Always special when they are gifts from friends
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My mother has the same difficulty growing roses on her central Queensland property. I think she has now given up on them after all these years. They are special when they are gifts. That is why we still have them, Pauline. I don’t like to use toxins or fungicides so they have to survive without any mollycoddling.
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I had them in NZ and loved them. But here the get too many problems
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I think you need a cool winter so they can look their best.
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Yes and that will kill off the bugs too.
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Beautiful; words and images. I do like your attitude to growing without toxic chemicals. We need so much more of that 😀
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Thanks Su. I’ve never had a rose die of blackspot yet. They might look a bit daggy towards the end of their flowering cycle, but it seems to be mostly cosmetic. 🙂 As for the aphids, I hose them off into a sieve and then squish em. 🙂
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I love the line “rose given a rose lost” . This is beautiful. Your mother-in-law must have been very special, and I get the sense she had a good sense of humour!
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Best mum-in-law ever, Heather. And yes, a great sense of humour too. We miss her every day.
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Beautiful photos and, if possible, even more beautiful homage.
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Thank you, Irene. I really appreciate your comments and support for my poetry. I hope you have been well? I must check out your latest recipes. I really need to get cooking. 🙂
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Hi, Tracy! I am well, thanks for asking. Right now we are at the other extreme of temperatures compared to Australia; in my “mild” area of Southern Ontario, the wind chill will take temperatures down to -34C. I am sure to stay inside and cook; I hope the weather will allow you, too!
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I hope you get a respite from that cold weather soon, Irene. Sounds horrible. I’ve checked the forecast another 37c day for us. I think I will just have to research some recipes that I might like to try at some point. 🙂
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Beautiful, Tracy. Both words and photos.
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Thank you, Lois.
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Gorgeous roses, Tracy! I miss having roses in the garden, although they never did that well but they were a reminder of home. My father grew some beautiful roses back in England. I gave up on mine last year and dug them all up as our granddaughter will soon be venturing into the garden and most of them had some wicked thorns.
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Thank you, Sue. Sometimes it is not worth persisting. Might as well go with something that grows well in your local conditions and is safe on grandchildren. I have to fence my plants off from the dogs. They seem to take no notice of the thorns.
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I love them all but the red rose the most. 🙂
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That is my favourite rose too, Martha. Of the three, it has the most scent, and as it ages it gets a beautiful purple ruffle.
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Wow. ❤
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‘’…a red, red rose…that’s newly sprung…” so beautiful, a rich deep fragrant flower. Such memories!
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Thank you, Sid. 🙂
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The roses are lovely Tracy, and all with a special provenance. Your poem is so fitting. My roses are mostly looking like your withered pink one, I’m afraid: they have been savagely burnt by the sun.
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Thank you, Jane. I think all the plants are suffering. The eremophila that I planted in the garden bed of death are about to keel over. As for the roses, these are not recent photos. The first red one in the post is on its second flush of flowering. It probably gets a bit too much shade. The second red one (Homage to Barbara) flowers nearly all year. It seems incredibly tough. Not a lot of scent on that one though, unlike the first red one whose name escapes me. The pink one is not flowering at the moment. It is in a tough spot.
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Anything that keeps on going in this weather is doing really well! Shame about the eremophila though.
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I know, Jane. The garden bed with the eremophila is too close to the eucalypt tree. There is a reason I have the best looking eucalypt in the street. Not that I mind, because it is a real beauty even if it does constantly block my drains. 🙂
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All of the photos are beautiful Tracy, but I particularly like the shot of weathered rose. I don’t know why, probably you captured the beauty very well of the life after prime time. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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Thank you, Makiko. And glad you dropped by.
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So long as that rose is pairing properly and not crossing the floor or blocking supply 🙂
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The rose now has a chance to be its real self, if you get my drift. 🙂
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Indeed 😉
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Beautiful photos, Tracy! Definitely their loss!!
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Thanks Sarah. That rose prefers to be with our family I think. 🙂
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Clever rose! 😉
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Beautiful pics and lovely words Tracy.
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Thank you, Punam.
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You are welcome, Tracy.
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All are so lovely 🙂
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Thank you so much, Hammad.
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Love your roses. Like you I like photographing roses in all stages from bud to decay. they get such interesting textures and colors as they age
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I am the same with hydrangeas, Mary. I actually prefer them a bit beaten up, which is a good thing as they can’t really cope with our summer heat and the dry weather that we have in this part of the country. Still they are tough, so we have to pay tribute to them. 🙂
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I’ve seen them around here too. they’re not blue and purple like I’ve seen in Japan though. More pale, almost white, here. Must be the soil. what color are they over there?
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I’ve got one that is pale pink, and two that are a mid pink. I would need to add something to soil to change the PH balance to get blue.
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yeah, that’s the colors I see here. our soil is kinda clayish I think
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