My friend Tabatha has today’s round-up at her blog, The Opposite of Indifference.
I’ve missed you, PF friends! My blog is still not recovered from its forced transition, but I’m getting used to WordPress little by little. I have a lot to learn!
While I’ve been away, I’ve really been *away* — I had a conference for work in Portland, OR, followed by a week’s vacation in British Columbia to visit my sister-in-law. BLISS.
I brought you back a bouquet of roses from the breathtaking International Rose Test Garden in Portland. Y’ALL. I couldn’t stop taking pictures.
Cute fact: My husband said, “There’s rose over here named Hermione!” Alas, it was not in bloom and was named after Shakespeare’s Hermione, not Rowling’s.
Roses are a classic flower, though many of the new varieties have very modern names.
So I’ve gathered a bouquet of classic poems for you.
by George Eliot (1890-1880)
You love the roses–so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
Music, When Soft Voices Die