The Rose of Promise Gardens

It’s that time again as we prepare for our Rose & Garden Show 2018.  A few favorites from the past.

In our eyes, nothing is more beautiful than the blooms of roses and peonies…our favorites! So then, a few rose delights for the eyes and thoughts for the heart!

Promise Garden Roses

Promise Garden Roses

A White Rose

THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

John Boyle O’Reilly. 1844–1890

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Oh Roses…Before and After

“I KNOW a little garden-close
Set thick with lily and red rose,
Where I would wander if I might
From dewy dawn to dewy night,
And have one with me wandering…”*

The Fountain Rose Garden “before and after” the rain. The sun is shining bright and early this morning so this garden will be restored to its proper glory and new blooms after the gardener’s loving touch.

Promise Gardens Rainy Day #2

A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot—
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not—
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
’Tis very sure God walks in mine.**

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*William Morris
** My Garden, Thomas Edward Brown (1830–1897)

Photographic Notes:  The top image was captured with the Sony Nex7 (purse camera) and bottom image with iPhone and Camera Awesome. 

Roses, Maiden Pinks, Daisies Sweet

roses

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true;

Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;
Merry springtime’s harbinger,
With her bells dim;
Oxlips in their cradles growing,
Marigolds on death-beds blowing,
Larks’-heels trim;

All dear Nature’s children sweet
Lie ‘fore bride and bridegroom’s feet,
Blessing their sense!
Not an angel of the air,
Bird melodious or bird fair,
Be absent hence!

The crow, the slanderous cuckoo, nor
The boding raven, nor chough hoar, 20
Nor chattering pye,
May on our bride-house perch or sing,
Or with them any discord bring,
But from it fly!
William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Red Roses in Royal Radiance

JoyPals Design Studio

JoyPals Design Studio

A red rose and poem for your June 1!  It is a time for roses, weddings, strawberries and all things joyful!  Photographing my Promise Gardens is a delight of sight, color and sound. Magnificent is God’s creation. I have dressed this rose already in glorious array in royal radiance!

ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true…
_William Shakespeare