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| Rosa 'Sweet Juliet' and Hosta 'Forbidden Fruit' 30 September 2025 |
As I scanned at this rose and hosta leaf I came to the conclusion that spring represents to me hope, summer is happiness, fall is reflection and winter is death. Chief Len George told me years ago that the Indigenous Peoples believe that if you survive a winter you will live to see another year. I am keeping my hope.
This rose I do not believe will be the last one of the season. I just might get lucky. I was sad scanning it as whenever a season began Rosemary and I discussed its ramifications. We reflected on the season past and planned the season to come. Alone with two cats I can no longer do that. The changing of a season somehow becomes a lonely experience.
And of course, as I write this I am wearing a long-sleeved flannel shirt. I might have to turn on my heater in my oficina.
Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold - William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.