I call this the School Year Rose, because it blooms in mid-June, the end of the school year here, and again with a small second flush in early September, at the beginning. Its blooms are signs of transition to me, opportunities opening and closing, change, new beginnings, and endings. It is sweetly scented, sunny yellow, round and generous in form. A lovely rose. It’s a David Austin rose — the tag has gone missing, but I think it’s Charlotte. It grows in a pot on my back deck, and yes, those are wine corks as mulch. They do a good job, although the crows keep picking them up and tossing them into the grass down below.
I’ve put up some raspberry jam to enjoy during the bleak mid-winter, perhaps with some Ginger Scones. It’s good to have tangible reminders of summer, sunshine, and harvest.
I took some measurements for Mary’s sweater — hard to believe we all wore sleeves that were 8 inches long at some point!