I don't yet know the name of this beauty (tomorrow I'll go diving into the undergrowth and see if there are any name tags:) And YES, YES, YES... it smells as good as it looks ~ heaven scent!
I found a poem about roses, by the wonderful Mary Oliver...
Roses, Late Summer
by Mary Oliver
to the leaves after
they turn red and golden and fall
away? What happens
to the singing birds
when they can't sing
any longer? What happens
to their quick wings?
Do you think there is any
for any of us?
Do you think anyone,
the other side of that darkness,
will call to us, meaning us?
Beyond the trees
the foxes keep teaching their children
to live in the valley.
So they never seem to vanish, they are always there
in the blossom of the light
that stands up every morning
in the dark sky.
And over one more set of hills,
along the sea,
the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness
and are giving it back to the world.
If I had another life
I would want to spend it all on some
I would be a fox, or a tree
full of waving branches.
I wouldn't mind being a rose
in a field full of roses.
Fear has not yet occurred to them, nor ambition.
Reason they have not yet thought of.
Neither do they ask how long they must be roses, and then what.
Or any other foolish question.
I love her line "the last roses have opened their factories of sweetness,"...
I think she must have (and perhaps still does) meditate on the idea "what if I had
another life?" Walking in, and observing the natural world around us, I can't help
but notice how uncomplicated plants and animals lives are when compared to living
a human life..., I too can see the appeal of being a tree, or a rose... I would mostly
like to come back as a bird, like an soaring eagle high, or a wild mustang,
galloping across the plains.
If you "had another life," what would like to spend it as?