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| Hosta 'Paul's Glory' & Rosa 'Bosobel' - 30 July 2025 |
I often write here that when I started scanning the plants from our garden in 2002 my purpose was accuracy. I was careful with colour and I would scan the plants at 100% size and record the date.
Since then I have become artsy. I now like to scan plants with their companions and of late showing the beauty, particularly of my roses, when they are past their prime. I see beauty in aging.
Today July 30th I am posting this blog in a hole a few days past. The hosta in question is a lovely Hosta ‘Paul’s Glory’ It is huge in a pot. I brought it from a hosta convention in Columbus, Ohio wrapped in wet newspaper in my luggage. I would not attempt anything like that now. The rose, Rosa ‘Bosobel’ in and English Rose that I have included here as it is at the peak of perfection.
I like the combination of the two.
To An Old Poet - Jorge Luis Borges
You walk the Castilian countryside
and see nothing. An intricate
verse from John’s Gospel
fills your mind
so you hardly mark the yellow
sunset. The hazy light raves
and at the limits of the East
the scornful, scarlet moon appears,
mirror of rage.
A Un Viejo Poeta
Caminas por el campo de Castilla
y casi no lo ves. Un intrincado
versículo de Juan es tu cuidado
y apenas reparaste en la amarilla
puesta del sol. La vaga luz delira
y en el confín del Este se dilata
esa luna de escarnio y de escarlata
que es acaso el espejo de la Ira.
Alzas los ojos y la miras. Una
memoria de algo que fue tuyo empieza
y se apaga. La pálida cabeza
bajas y sigues caminando triste,
sin recordar el verso que escribiste:
Y su epitafio la sangrienta luna.