Happy Birthday To Me

It is a beautiful day today ... and it is my birthday.

While the roses are glorious this year, too, walking round them and smelling them comes with a bitter taste this year. Each birthday my mother used to collect a bunch of her own beautiful roses for me back in times when we did not have a garden of our own. Now that she is no longer with us I have to collect my own. Both my parents died during the last 18 months. Today they are in my thoughts.

What better way is there to begin a day in June than by walking around your garden smelling the roses and sensing the dew ...

The roses are great this year, abundant and glorious. Once more I am thankful to the unknown women (and men?) who laid foundation to this never ceasing joy. When we bought our house back in 2000 I was not aware of this wealth - our unknown prepossessors had done a lot of work but right then it looked neglected and nothing much. But with only a little caring in our first year look how everything is flourishing! I have not added much, only the sweet peas that are my darlings besides the roses. But they - the roses - were there alright and just awaiting their wake up kiss! I felt great being the princess charming and bring all them Thorn Roses back to bloom.

Our house was built in 1876 and there must have been quite a few eager gardeners. Before we bought it the house was shared by four families and they had only a quarter of the garden each, but they seem to have dearly loved their little piece of land. I feel grateful - and sometimes a little guilty to reap the benefits of their work.

(Republished from June 2005)