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It is summer. Why, I remember it as if it were only yesterday when it was raining and I heard a robin's sweet song and I saw the first sweet rosebud on my rosebush by our house...
So speaking of roses and sweet, my poem for today is about the beach rose - Rosa Rugosa - that can be found along roadsides and along beaches here in Maine. They are the absolute best smelling rose ever! There's nothing like them for filling the air and surprising you with their sweet aroma as you pass by. I have some roses given to us in memory of my parents, and from our church when we moved.
When Joy shared Jone's postcard and challenged us to write a poem about a little insignificant thing, I started writing this poem, and remembered I'd taken this picture a couple of days ago at the beach:
RR Crossing the Sands
In arid sands
With much to teach
Bursting to day
She carefully aimed
The area in front of my house where we planted three rosa rugosas, is being taken over by new roses sprouting up all around the originals. I laid stone around the area a couple of years ago, and there are new shoots coming up between the stones. As beautiful as these roses are, they are a bit intrusive. I am researching how to transplant some, so they can go with us to Friendship and so that my daughter and son can take some to their homes, too. Though they are very hardy and resourceful when left to themselves, I have not been successful at transplanting any yet!