Roses: Mary Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” is a commonly quoted part of a dialogue in William Shakespeare’s play Romeo and Juliet, in which Juliet argues that the names of things do not matter, only what things “are” (we would say today “how they behave”)
It’s saddens me that I can no longer garden. The sheer amount of pain I felt just going down the stairs to take these photos this morning was rather staggering actually. But for you anything. Here are a few I the roses from my garden which is wrought-fully over grown and in dire need of more deft hands than I have to offer any more. This first shot is to give you an idea if how large this rose bush is, photo taken from my second story deck.
You can also see the mid of the pines that cradle the house in all sides. More roses:
I love this bush, it’s an heirloom rose ugly as hell if one is not used to heirloom roses (wild roses) they can be rather odd to see.
This is only a small fraction of the roses I have in the back garden there are a dozen more or so that didn’t have photo ready blooms yet. My favorite is yet to come to life this year but she on her way. It’s a bush that has grown in the the very large plant from the first photo. She will produce hundreds of te most perfect tiny tea roses in groups that look like grapes it’s truly one of the things I love most about this house when she is in full bloom the deck off the master will be consumed with a cascade of perfect little white roses
It’s such a magnificent gift from nature I cherish every year. Ok then well enough of the garden I’ve stretched my form enough and it’s time to go back to the studio and play with paint for a while.
Stay tuned for more from the studio as the day progresses.
xoxo
Benjamin
make dinner, go to bed that’s the extent of my plans. Maybe troll twitter and say hi to the many fantastic ppl floating about but that’s about as social as I get these days.
talk to you all soon.
