I gave you a garden …

I’ve always had roses in my garden.  In my old house, I had a hedge of 14 iceberg roses and when they shed the petals, it was snow in summer.  I loved them.

Dr T has a green thumb.  He loves native flora.  I regret not sharing his interest when we were married.  He created and kept a beautiful garden.  Never a blade of grass out of place.  I remember a particular argument with me (unfairly) accusing him of never doing anything for me.  He calmly responded, he gave me a garden.  I was so young then to truly appreciate the sentiment.  I do, now.

Dr T and I had made a deal we would plant a rose bush in the garden on the anniversary of our wedding each year.  The first one was Sweetheart and the last, Peace.  Sums up our long relationship and where we are now!  I really wanted to bring the Sweetheart rose bush with me when I moved but was reluctant in case it died.  My former home is around the corner from where I now live, so I see the roses every day.

I’m not a roses girl, but if you gave me tulips … especially white tulips … well, that’s another story.  I much prefer roses in the garden.  The only person who cuts and takes my roses indoors, is my neighbour who has my permission to enjoy them when I’m not home.

The last few days have been gruelling of driving long distances in very poor weather.  This morning I rose at 6:30am.  It was dark and cold in the chalet in the Wheatbelt, … minus 1 degree C I’m told.  I lay in bed for another half an hour trying to warm before the dash to the kitchen for coffee.  While in bed the freight train rolled past.  I felt the rumble through the floor.  A delicious feeling of vibration that travelled up my spine.  I enjoyed the moment thinking I’ll be home for the night.  I felt a pang of wanting to be home and where the roses are.

I left work early and arrived home just before dusk to find my front garden is awash with roses.  Probably the last of them before winter pruning.

Enjoy with me!







Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Friday : Rose

Home is, where the roses are

I have two and a half days at home before I leave again.  It is such a luxury that I woke this morning like it was Christmas and didn’t know which present to open first.  I gathered my thoughts and made a list that included some down time.  I’ve had a great day and feel rested.

On returning home from lunch it was like I saw my front garden for the first time.  My footsteps veered away from the front door and to the flowers.  The delicate roses survived the fiercest storm and that in itself, is a teaching moment.
thumb_IMG_5281_1024Some of the white iceberg roses are tinted in the palest pink.  They belong on a wedding cake.thumb_IMG_5283_1024.jpg
Some bloomed off course.  Something familiar, to me!
thumb_IMG_5291_1024Some were ethereal angels in flight.thumb_IMG_5289_1024.jpg
And others, so beautiful, even the bee stepped outside for perspective.

My focus today was one directional.  I set a task for myself to practice self-care and rest.  I achieved this without a twinge of guilt.  And, that’s how a day of rest should be.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Friday : Directional

Come fly with me …

It’s late as I write
I should be in bed
tomorrow I fly again
this time, north
where the dust is red
and pink frangipani bloom
outside the door
I won’t be alone
you’ll be with me
watching the silent heron
as it catwalks through mudflats
and as always, waterside
for sunrise and sunset
then, I’ll be home soon,
too soon,
with stars for eyes
for the ascent, again.

a dawn bird

Cee’s Flower of the day challenge – 27 April, 2019 – Wild Orchid


Western Australia is renowned for its wild flowers, with many species not found elsewhere.  Among the thousands of species of wildflowers there are several hundred species of orchids.  Often found growing among leaf debris in the bush, the wild orchid is a thing of beauty.

a dawn bird

In response to Cee’s Flower of the Day – FOTD – Challenge