NO TIME TO GRIEVE FOR ROSES

 

It’s hard to explain how it feels when you are used to having roses all around you and suddenly you no longer have the pleasure of having a garden full of them, casting their beautiful shadow of radiance all around. This summer I can say that once again my world smells of roses. It’s been a long and windy road to get here…The red ones especially seem to pick up an eerie glow tonight from our smoky skies and sun, it reminds me that our forests are on fire and there is no time to grieve for roses.

rose radiance

copyright Es-tee Miller

“It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.”
― Alan Moore

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About redcontroversy

I know I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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4 Responses to NO TIME TO GRIEVE FOR ROSES

  1. Julia says:

    Enjoy your posts Estee. Miss you over here luv. Julia

  2. Dev says:

    Smoky here too Estee. . Stay inside! Dev.

  3. Linda Moulton says:

    Hi Estee.. I hope those fires get under control soon, it is a heartbreak for all.
    In my garden when I had a house, I had managed to get to 78 rose bushes before I sold the house, hitting a 100 was my goal. Ontario winters can be brutal on roses but I always protected them and replaced any that died, with a new one.. miss the sweet fragrance along with their outstanding beauty, my favourite one was called SATCHMO (after Louis Armstrong) it was a brilliant very tall red velvet with a fragrance that would make you swoon, if you kept your nose in hits petals for too long, wonderful memories.

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