When the Lavender Roses Bloom
Lavender roses make me think of my grandmother on my father’s side of the family. I have no real rationale for this, they just do.
Maybe it’s because their beauty is out of the ordinary. All roses are beautiful but there is just something about the lavender ones. My grandmother was like that, she had her own kind of beauty.
Of my little handful of happy childhood memories, times with her make up most of them. When she came to visit she magically always had a deck of Old Maid cards in the pocket of her house dress and even more magically, she seemed to always have time to play that game with me. If I asked, she had time to read to me too. She was so very dear and so very special.
Just like the lavender roses, she was different from the other people in my life and a different beauty in my garden of memories.
posted by pissed off patricia at 2:19 AM
17 Comments:
Lavender roses - sigh. Beautiful photo and sounds like the grandmother was a lovely woman.
Pretty, don't recall that I've ever seen a lavender rose before, thanks for sharing.
I did work on a lavender farm some (Laurel Ann's Rainbow Farm), it's getting big around here, I like the smell of it.
Beautiful roses! They do have a sort of calming, peaceful feel about them, don't they? Just like your story about grandma. Thanks for sharing!
Never heard of them till this morning.....That picture is a treat.
Pretty roses! There's an overgrown rose - vining rose of some sort, smallish yellow roses with some orange highlights - at the back of my property that reaches out and snags me almost every time I pass it when I'm engaging in my latest skirmish in the grass wars. Maybe I'll prune it one day, but I like the roses and may just try to train it on the fence.
Thanks for the link at Craig's to minstrelboy's blog - I had actually already visited and posted a comment in the post before the one where you and he were discussing me. It's a great blog for astruggling guitar student like moi.
Beautiful! I did the flowers, and got lavender roses for my sister's wedding - it was absolutely gorgeous with the off white dress and pearls.
Oooh POP, what's that one's name?
The lavender ones have a reputation for being more difficult to grow well (especially the first major one of that kind, Sterling Silver). If you have a hankering for lavender/purple roses, you should check out antique roses. There are a number that are seriously beautiful in their antique way and are mauve, purple, cerise, etc. One of them, a hybrid perpetual called "Reine de Violettes" (many of these beauties have French names), is still arguably the bluest rose ever bred. It's not unsual for the antique roses to be easier to grow than the modern ones are - less "baby sitting" to do.
Since you live in Florida, if I were you I would probably check out "Roses Unlimited", "Ashdown Roses" (both in South Carolina), or "Antique Rose Emporium" in Texas for possible offerings that will grow for you.
Not everyone enjoys the look of these flowers since the petals & buds often don't spiral open in the way that the Hybrid Teas do (the Tea & China roses do, but many other of the old rose classes don't), but if that isn't an issue for you, you seriously ought to consider whether some of the "old ladies" will work in your garden.
- oddjob
Beautiful! I don't think I've ever seen Lavender Roses before, unless they were died that color! Amazing how certain things remind us of a departed loved one, for me I always think of my Grandmother when I smell spearmint as she used to grow it in her garden and had satchels of it through out her house. Thanks for sharing!
My Oma had a Baby Orange tree on her porch, amazing how those smells of childhood stay with you a life time.
What a gorgeous blossom! It's almost enough to make me want to go into battle again with black spot, aphids, & Japanese beetles.
I love lavender, purple and roses. So, ya know I am board.
I also loved playing Old Maid as a child. I remember the deck so fondly. I would sit for hours looking at Ballerina Betty and Careless Carrie. I thought they were pretty women and I wanted to be just like them. I must have been an odd child!
In The Little Prince the prince realizes that although his rose was one of a million roses she was special because she was his and he loved her.
Your grandmother was not only special to you but obviously special.
In fact, a lavender rose.
I'm so very happy you posted this. I had forgotten that my great gradmother had played old maid with me quite often when I was young. It made my night very very happy...and her name was rose :)
i love memories like this...very beautiful!
I learned to love roses from watching my Mom toil tirelessly in her rose garden, for as far back as I can remember. There's simply no such thing an a ugly Rose!!
And that Old Maid Stuff - I played it as well. But are we dating ourselves?:)
I just thought that the lovely story itself would have been enough, but I also learned something on the comments section by affordable girlfriend. Until she talked about Old Maid, I had no idea that it is in fact one of my favourite childhood games - Hullunkuriset Perheet. Can't help but learn every day!:)
mmmmmmmm.
The warmth of your Granmother's Love for you comes through just so perfectly.
Peace.
Those are so cool, POP. I had to add the pic to my "Art" folder.
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