Carpenteria californica & Rosa 'Mary Magdalene' 19 June 2023 |
Nature
rarer uses yellow - Emily Dickinso
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,—
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
If a person can be defined by a colour I would say that my Rosemary represented white. White and blue were her favourite colours. When we were married in Coyoacán, Mexico she wore a Mexican white dress with little blue birds. A few months before she died in 9 December 2020 she wore the dress which was in perfect condition and fit her well.
July 2020 |
But it was my discovery of the single tea rose, Rosa ‘Mrs Oakley Fisher’ that opened her eyes to the colour. Mrs. Oakley Fisher became our joint favourite rose especially when Rebecca wore it with a white sailor dress I found in the Cancún Sanborns.
Today, a rainy day that has made me more melancholy, I brightened up when I noticed that Rosemary’s Carpenteria californica was in full bloom with its yellow anthers. Next to it was a lovely Rosa ‘Mary Magdalene’. This English Rose has a scent that the English call myrrh. Many who are rosarians say the scent is medicinal. Rosemary and I loved it thinking that to enjoy that scent one has to be a snob. And snobs we were.
The little bit of yellow gives me the opportunity to place here an Emily Dickinson poem that I have used before.
More Emily Dickinson
November left then clambered up
You cannot make remembrance grow
November
the maple wears a gayer scarf
Just as green and as white
It's full as opera
I cannot dance upon my Toes
a door just opened on the street
Amber slips away
Sleep
When August burning low
Pink Small and punctual
A slash of blue
I cannot dance upon my toes
Ah little rose
For hold them, blue to blue
Linda Melsted - the music of the violin does not emerge alone
The Charm invests her face
A sepal, a petal and a thorn
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman
T were blessed to have seen
There is no frigate like a book
I pay in satin cash
Water makes many beds
The viola da gamba
But sequence ravelled out of reach
A parasol is the umbrella's daughter
Without the power to die
Lessons on the piny
Ample make this bed
How happy is the little stone
The shutting of the eye
I dwell in possibility
when Sappho was a living girl
In a library
A light exists in spring
The lady dare not lift her veil
I took my power in my hand
I find my feet have further goals
I cannot dance upon my toes
The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
Red Blaze
He touched me, so I live to know
Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
Said Death to Passion
We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
It was not death for I stood alone
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone!
Ample make her bed
His caravan of red
Me-come! My dazzled face
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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