Roses go nicely with the human element, in this case somebody’s neglected vehicle. I wouldn’t have noticed this old truck if it weren’t for the roses nearby. And the also-neglected roses are improved by being in contrast to their neighbor.
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Roses on My Path – rosy mailbox
I don’t think the mailman would try to deliver anything into this mailbox, but it does serve as a backdrop to one brave rose. This scene is on the edge of the Rose House property.
Roses on My Path – deep pink
Another one from the messy Rose House. No matter that she has to hang out in the shabby part of town, this lady is all dressed up and put together in a dramatic party dress.
Addendum: Nikkipolani in a comment below suggests that this rose resembles Rose de Rescht, and the pictures of that rose that I found online surely confirm her hunch. I didn’t get close enough to know if my pink lady also has the old-fashioned fragrance she mentions.
Roses on My Path – white heartbreaker
It’s not surprising that people have written poems about roses. Bonnie Prince Charlie made a five-petaled rose the symbol of Scotland, and Hugh MacDiarmid wrote this poem in the 20th Century. He refers in the first line to a poem by Yeats, in which the opening line mentions a “rose of all the world.”
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By Hugh MacDiarmid
The rose of all the world is not for me.
I want for my part
Only the little white rose of Scotland
That smells sharp and sweet—and breaks the heart.
The image is still popular among Scottish nationalists, and as a symbol it’s available as jewelry. U.K. Gardeners who talk about the rose say, “The Jacobite rose dates back to the 16th century, and is the double form of the White Rose of York, Rosa x alba which, in turn, is descended partly from the dog rose, R. canina. It has the same vigour and resistance to disease of truly wild roses, but the blooms have a more cultivated appearance, fragrant and creamy white with charmingly muddled centres.”
I don’t claim that this rose from my neighborhood is the same, but it looks very like the ones pictured online, and it feels to me able, without the help of any patriotic fervor whatsoever, to break a heart.
Gladsome Lights 