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| Rosa 'Sombreul' & Rosa 'Souvenir du Docteur Jamain" - 12 May 2025 |
Red and White
by Carl Sandburg
Nobody picks a red rose when the winter wind
howls and the white snow blows among the fences and storm doors.
Nobody watches the dreamy sculptures of snow
when the summer roses blow red and soft in the garden yards and corners.
O I have loved red roses and O I have loved white snow—
dreamy drifts winter and summer—roses and snow.
Today, a few days after Mother’s Day, I still feel melancholy for all those mothers in my life, my abuelita, my mother and my Rosemary who not only mothered two girls but often mothered me.
Hiding behind in my lane garden was an open Rosa ‘Souvenir du Docteur Jamain’ and in my deck garden there was that white rose with yellow undertones called Rosa ‘Sombreul’.
I find it elegantly appropriate that these two roses share my scan. I have written about Rosa ‘Sombreul’ and how she is connected to a woman who had to drink blood (or was it wine?) to save her father from the guillotine.
