Once upon a time, only two years ago, I had 150 roses in bloom
and the garden was awash with perfume,
the last two summers have decimated my garden,
the combination of extreme heat, lack of water and
the will and stamina to brave the heat and drag
heavy hoses around, is a gardeners bane.
Even this though as nails bi-colour "Fourth of July' rose
has barely a green leaf on it, let alone a flower.
Like life, youth and beauty fade to give way to weariness
decrepitude and one last journey.
Yet the roses of yesteryear still bloom in our memory.
Click on the Logos at right and walk in meadows full of flowers.
