The roses in the neighbour’s garden are bright despite the weather, which has not been kind to them this summer. There’s been far too much rain and wind after the recent short but intense heatwave.
Today it’s actually been so windy that the rain seemed to dry almost before it reached the ground. Yes, there has also been some sunshine, but it comes and goes and can’t be depended on.
Thinking of roses and of things that can’t be relied on brings to mind this old poem.
Roses
I remember a summer evening
when you brought me roses,
full-blown, blowzy,
stolen from a neighbour’s garden.I laughed,
and listened to your promises
as you crushed the falling petals
underfoot.
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