True Dirta gardener talkssmelling like a rose- May 23, 2007 The rose obsession continues...until the last petal drops in my soon-to-be-a-memory spring garden. A friend invited me to join her on an expedition this last Saturday to El Cerrito where the annual "Celebration of Old Roses" event is held in the community center. I have heard about this event for years from fellow gardeners and rose enthusiasts and both me and Sally were expecting something rather grand. In reality, it looks like a neighborhood BBQ held at the community...http://godetia.com/dirt/closet/2007/05/smelling_like_a_rose.html the dirt on roses- May 10, 2007 More has been written about them than any other flower, to the point of terminal cliche. The symbol of love and war and everything hunky dory, they have decorated the homes and objets de art and gardens of the rich and powerful, and the tiny dirt patches and chinaware of the most humble and obscure. There are more kinds and colors of roses than any other flower and more are being created - and lost to posterity - every day....http://godetia.com/dirt/closet/2007/05/the_dirt_on_roses_1.html I may eye May- May 5, 2007 ply your hammock among the trees, settle your skin upon springy skein, relax your mind and drift back in centuries two, three, four where "...Cromwell could not cease In the inglorious arts of peace But through adventurous war Urged his active star..." and Andrew Marvell escaped prose'aic politics in his poetic Garden, though Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. and no industrious bee was yet clichéd.... How well the skilful gardener drew of flowers and herbs...http://godetia.com/dirt/closet/2007/05/i_may_eye_may.html |