Posts Tagged ‘roses’

New Growth From Old

July 25, 2010

New life linking to the past where a new life began

Rambling Rose linking love and life — the past into the present

We may be living some distance from where we were born but we have managed to achieve a living link to my husband’s birth town in our very own garden here in Cumbria.
We visited the village where my husband was born (10 pounds plus!) over eighty years ago and I saw the cottage where he arrived in the world. It has a view of the river below. The garden is below lane level and not only were vegetables grown there but pigs were kept too. Hubby says he had his photo taken on the back of one. The river supplied water for running the local mills.
Just along the lane hubby’s uncle lived. But the houses were knocked down years ago. I noticed the wall had been filled in where gates had once been. About the place where the uncle had lived a pink rambling rose grew over the wall. I took a cutting. From the piece I managed to grow several plants. Now a couple of years later they are doing very nicely in our South Cumbria home.
I planted one of the roses under a tree hoping it would grow upwards into the branches. It has. I look at it and think about how it links us to my hubby’s birthplace. So too those cuttings I planted by a trellis.
Little pink lanterns of joy! New growth from old. Life moves onward but always we are rooted in our past.

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Short story: You Always Hurt the One You Love

June 24, 2008

You Always Hurt the One You Love

She loved yellow roses. Of course they had to have a perfect scent as well as perfect petals, perfect shape, perfect leaves and perfect stems. This rose, growing serenely in her garden was such a rose, perfect in its magnificence.

She knew it would not last in its perfection for long. Others growing on the same bush would follow; they were already in bud. But would they be able to match this one? Was it indeed possible? This was the first to flower… a harbinger of a golden summer to come.

Having taken many photographs, she sat on the lawn gazing at its perfection, drinking in its scent. Suddenly, she was filled with a calmness impossible to describe: a kind of harmony with nature — no, with the Divine, a mutual possession. Her space was glowing with golden light, her senses totally immersed in sensuous pleasure. Rapture was the only word close enough to describe such an indescribable sensation of her senses. Her body and soul was possessed. Sight and scent were no longer enough. She moved forward, stretching out her hands to touch and embrace the object of her devotion; desiring only to be immersed totally and forever in its magnificence. She pulled the rose to her face, drinking in the scent, colour and velvet texture; gasping and groaning in mounting ecstasy. No longer able to contain the overpowering sensations, she was seized in a muscular spasm and crushed the perfect bloom.

Petals dripped from her fingers as tears formed in her eyes. Memories of a lost love flooded her brain. Her jealousy and overbearing passion had driven him away. 

“You always hurt the love you love, the one you shouldn’t hurt at all. You always take the sweetest rose and crush it till the petals fall.”

She fell on her face and wept uncontrollably. 

The One You Love