Everyday we hear the statistics, the numbers. I don’t want to forget that every number is a person. An individual with life ahead of them. With loved ones. With hopes and dreams. This for them, the fallen. They should never just be a statistic.
As my roses started to wilt, I was reminded of a poem I wrote many years ago. I was newly diagnosed with the Crohn’s, and bit by bit, all my own hopes and dreams were stripped away from me. I survived though! I still have a life ahead of me and many loved ones. I have fought hard to live so they don’t have to grieve.
My sincere condolences to all the family and friends of those who have been taken by this dreadful virus.
A single rosebud, Dew dropped And heaven scented, Plucked by its stem As a gift presented. A tainted token, Its arteries broken, Uprooted and taken. To watch it now wilt, All that’s felt is guilt For natures treasures forsaken.
Today I have busy processing photos from Alana and Bobby’s Wedding last Thursday! I was really thrilled when Alana first told me of her colour scheme. To have such a beautiful blue within all their photos is just lovely 🙂
This is Alana’s gorgeous bouquet of ivory roses, blue delphiniums and fragrant herbs. Quite simply, delightful!
We’ve got a dreadful infestation of Sawfly in our communal gardens and they’re wrecking my beautiful roses. They’ve been sprayed several times with no discernible effect. I’ve been out squishing larvae and adults everyday, but still they multiply! Help!
I can stand to look at the adult Flesh Fly, they’re really quite pretty, the larvae though, gross!
Today is my friend Lou’s birthday. Sadly she is no longer with us to celebrate.
If she had been, then today we would have sat in the garden, drinking Rosé or Pimms, enjoying the sun and admiring the flowers 🙂 And laughing! There was always lots of laughter.
She’d be 43 today so, Lou, here are 43 roses, photographed today, from me to you. Thank you for being such a special part of my life. I miss you and I cherish the wonderful memories that I hold in my heart.
From miles away
You heard my heart
Beat irregular, strained.
You caught the tear
That, outwardly unshed,
Fell from my soul.
Subconsciously you felt
The shift of my mood,
Spiralling into shadows.
You understood, more than I,
This sudden and unwanted
Urge to cry, to hide.
You seem to see inside
This delicate mind,
Perhaps because we are
Of one and the same.
Then you came home to me
With love and roses.