Fall rose...
...perhaps I should look to something as simple as you to guide me. Despite torrential summer rains that drowned the fragile seed corn, earth cracking drought and wind that left some grasses brown and bent, and the ever present ravaging of Japanese beetles, you continue to persevere in a wondrous way that never ceases to astound me. Even when Winter drives you to a snow covered sleep, you come back in the spring with no grudges and no remorse. You just do what you do.Thank you, my friends who noticed my stirring. I am startled, and humbled. For now I think I will pause and ponder the demonstrative advice of this one... fall rose.
I am off to the 18th century this weekend, to paint and play and watch the sand hill cranes dance among glacial kames .... and that is always a good place to think.
posted by artcat | 12:51 PM
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On the day of Billy [Crystal]'s father's funeral, jazz musician Zutty Singleton said to Crystal, "Consider the rose. The rose is the sweetest smelling flower of all, and it's the most beautiful because it's the most simple, right…? But sometimes you got to clip the rose so something sweeter-smelling and stronger will grow in its place. You see?" At the time Billy didn't understand it, but years later it made sense. "Someday you'll consider the rose. Can you dig that…? I knew that you could."
That quotation hangs on my refrigerator. Wise words, eh?
Yes, they are. They give me pause again.
Just by the nature of the rose, I interact more with them than any other plant in my garden and it is partly because, in fact, I am drawn to the dichotomy of the simplicity vs complexity of their existence. I always find it hard to clip and prune and yet only by that can they thrive.
I am in personal prune mode with shears poised - maybe this will help me snip? Thanks for passing on the quote.
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