The Spring Flush of the Rosarium

Arriving home on Friday was a breathtakingly beautiful experience. The rosarium was in full flush and it was a joy to behold. One can plan and plant a garden but what nature does is unpredictable.

The pleasure of taking a walk along the garden path with the canal flowing silently along one side and a sea of roses on the other side cannot be described.  All that I knew was that I wanted to be nowhere else but in that pathway smelling the roses in the cool of the late afternoon with the setting sun turning the garden into an enchanted space.

Lying in bed later that evening I closed my eyes but the rosarium remained as a colourful memory imprinted on my inward eye for a long time.

“A rose is an argument. It proclaims the triumph of beauty over brutality, of gentleness over violence, of the ephemeral over the lasting, and of the universal over the particular. The same rose bursts into bloom on the North Cape and in the Sahara desert.” Alain Meilland