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| Rosa 'Shropshire Lad' - 8 May 2020 |
In Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, men chained to a stone bench
in a cave face a flat rock wall. Behind them is a fire and behind the fire a
long tunnel that leads to the outer world.
For Plato that particular outer world is the world of ideas,
the world of essences, the world of perfection. The men in the cave only see
imperfect shadows filtered by the fire.
We humans like to strive for this perfection in a world that
is far from it. Yet in our imagination, those of us who have seen Velászquez’s
Las Meninas (I have) think that painting is perfection.
When a rosarian (one who enthusiastically grows roses)
exhibits in rose shows the most important requirement is to get a bloom that is
as close to that particular rose society’s benchmark of perfection. This is
their standard.
I have never entered any of my roses in rose shows. I don’t
like to see my roses away from the garden, away from their parent bush to be
seen surrounded by other roses in rose vases.
This particular bloom, the first one of English Rose, Rosa ‘Shropshire Lad’ is far from the
standard of what a rose should look like. For reasons that we humans could not
possibly figure out (in the same way we would not know why a baby might be born
with an extra finger in a hand) this rose has a flower that is distorted to one
side. I like it.
As I scanned it I thought of those men chained to their
bench. If I were one of them would I suspect that outside in the world of
reality there would be a perfect, imperfect rose?