Our garden is burgeoning. There are very few flowers I dislike and many, many that give me immense pleasure. Summer brings a rich diversity of blooms, their scents carried on the warm breeze - jasmine, honeysuckle, mock orange and roses.
The roses we have work hard for their places, producing flowers, scent and colour to delight bees and butterflies and providing shelter for birds as they pick and peck among the leaves and petals for sustenance.
The late Eva Cassidy sings Rabbie Burns’ ‘My love is like a red, red rose’. Listen and enjoy.
O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
