I just came back from visiting my family and friends in Russia. I had a wonderful time, I spent a lot of it at my mum’s garden. Among loads of chores I did there 🙂 I collected this lovely little wild (or alpine) strawberries:
Oh, the sweet, heavenly aroma of them! This little bowl filled the whole house.
Strawberries are like a soul, an embodiment of summer, their wonderful aroma, their marvelous flavour epitomize everything I love about this time of year.
Because my beautiful roses start blossoming in June, that’s why!
Here they are:
This rose I brought in a little pot from Hever Castle 7 years ago and it never fail to delight me ever since. Here is is “before and after”, i.e. in buds and now in full flowering glory
This little beauty called “Irish Eyes” changes it’s colour from red to orange to yellow while it blossoms:
My mother-in-law gave this red rose to me for my birthday and just look at it!
And these are some of the other beautiful blooms I enjoy every time I go out to my garden.
I love flowers. Roses are my favourite (surprise!) – but, honestly, I do grow them in my garden, put a lot of work and effort in it and so I can say that 🙂
But sometimes little modest spring flowers take your breath away as well as the most gorgeous ones…
“And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
The weather is still blessing us here with warmth and sunshine and the roses in my garden are still in bloom.
They remind me about this poem:
A rose is but a rose:
A thing of beauty
So resplendent in pink
Basking in the sun
Fill my heart to content.
The wind of time blows…
One petal trembles
Shakes and falls,
One calendar leaf falls
The inevitable nears
Another petal holds fast
Yet trembles a little longer
Shakes and falls
Another calendar leaf falls.
Rose, oh rose; poor rose.
Short is life but with a purpose
This is an alpine iris in my garden. It is quite small but, of course, beautiful.
These irises are the only ones that I can grow in my garden! All the others – the big bearded irises – just don’t want to grow or, if they grow, they don’t flower. I can’t count how many different bulbs I have planted, all various colours – and nothing! I read loads of articles and advice sections on them and tried as best I could to follow them and the result? Nothing!
I have to say that I am quite good with all the other flowers I grow in my garden and it is always full of colour all different plants and flowers donate for me.
Why not irises then?
Oh, well, I suppose I can still enjoy the elaborate beauty of these miniature copies of the forever elusive flowers. Irises…