Mother’s Day Roses

Knowing that my dearest daughter is deeply immersed in graduate studies, and having received a very beautiful card from same, I knew it was very unlikely she might appear unexpectedly at my door on Mother’s Day, thus I made a point of bringing in an exceptional luscious bouquet for myself from the garden. Mmmm. Soaking in their profound beauty I felt nurtured immediately. Who would not?

What I had not anticipated was that Mother’s Day morning darling daughter would be calling me and engaging in what turned into a three hour conversation about the generations of women from whom we descend, as one of her current (many) assignments, as she winds up the first year of her Masters in Women’s Spirituality, is to trace her ancestry, including the various possible psychological components. While the psychological part is her own inner process, the facts of ancestry are my forte. I’ve been studying our family tree for over fifteen years and can trace back to my Earliest Known Ancestor, who arrived on New England soil in the third decade of the 1600′s! While my daughter’s classroom needs did not extend to such great lengths, it did afford a profound and beautiful conversation about the women we knew, who shaped our lives and I can’t imagine a more lovely gift on Mother’s Day.

Following the conversation I went into my histories and pulled out a very cherished photo of my Grandmother wearing a red silk suit at age 94 on the occasion of a family wedding, which I scanned and sent to my daughter. She said, “It touched my heart.” Yes, she has the power to do that, to this day.

I thought carefully and with deep gratitude about the blessing of having such an amazing Grandmother and all the gifts she bestowed on me, and the additional great blessing of having such an extraordinary daughter, who sent me this on Mother’s Day. She said, “See? Studying, but I’m still playing!”

And then, dear readers, I went into the garden. And immediately turned back around to retrieve my camera, for this is what awaited me there, in the stillness of the late morning sun, in the sanctity of my garden, God bless.




Iris

rock rose



4th of July

If you look carefully you will see the tiniest of spiders on this next rose. (S)he kept going in and out under the petals, hiding, and I had to be patient to finally catch this little one in full view. I love it.

And these are common roses, traditionally used as root stock, and some would probably pull them up, but I prune and fertilize them each year and love them for the lovely bouquets they bless my home with.

I became fascinated with this last photo as I noticed the green living swirl of light that embraces this particular rose. It’s a good metaphor and reminder that each of us is part of all that lives, and that we are, indeed, surrounded by an infinite light of love and peace and support. All we have to do is tune into it, at any given moment. It is always available to us. Perhaps it is a bit easier to find in the garden.

Love and hugs and garden blessings,
Kathryn xoxoxo

6 Responses to “Mother’s Day Roses”

  1. What a Gorgeous, rich and poignant post, mom! I am so touched! The conversation on Mother’s Day will remain a treasured conversation and memory. Very Dear.

    I Love you very, very much!
    ~Antonia
    xoxo

  2. Hi, dearest daughter, Antonia! This was a very special Mother’s Day, indeed, and I love that it reached into an unexpected and rich vein that will be long treasured. Thank you! Love and kisses, Mom xoxo

  3. What wonderful roses..you are always weeks ahead of me..but my very first, earliest Mary Queen of Scots rose started blooming on Saturday and it’s full of tiny, 5-petal bright pink flowers with big yellow centers. Do you know what any of the ones you posted first are? My enormous rambler, “Send in the Clowns” is starting to set buds. The azalias are just coming on. Happy Mother’s Day a bit late. Remember all those Hall/Matthewson greats who kept the family nursey going in Cherry Valley Illinois for all those years. There were some wonderful women gardeners among the menfolk, helping out. Hugs, cousin Julie

  4. Hi, Julie, I never know the names of any of my roses. Oh, whoops. Not so. I know the variegated red one is Fourth of July. I have one (not in bloom yet) I call my Pepto Bismol rose. Then I have The Orphans. Most of these roses are very very old roses that have been here for decades. It would be a miracle if anyone knew their names. Maybe someone visiting can say. Yes, bless those Hall Nursery folks. And you, Julie. So appreciate all your knowledge. Kathryn xoxo

  5. What a wonderful Mother’s Day gift, and you have some beautiful flower photos!

  6. Hi, Kate and welcome! Thank you for your kind words! Kathryn xoxo

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