"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; / Selves -- goes itself; 'myself' it speaks and spells, / Crying 'What I do is me; for that I came'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

14 November 2005

November Roses

The fall colors have been nice this year, but not spectacular, with the exception of a few particular trees and bushes. It's been inordinately warm, perhaps more dry than usual; maybe that's the cause. At any rate, while my attention has been caught by an occasional burning bush or bright maple, for the most part it's been an understated autumn. I've missed the color.

Saturday morning I decided I desperately needed to take a walk -- too much sitting while grading, writing, lazing in the exhaustion at the end of a week. My guys were gone somewhere, and I'd gotten a good night's sleep, and I felt almost human again.

So on with the tennis shoes, a jacket because it is, after all, November, even if a warm one, and out the front door.

And there, as I started down the steps -- three deep coral-red roses leapt into sight, taking my breath with their unexpected beauty. One full-opened, at the height of its majesty; one just beginning to show its petals; one a tightly closed bud promising loveliness to come.

Roses in November. What a spectacular gift amidst the otherwise subdued days of a too-busy season.


GrumpyTeacher1 said...

Thanks for the word picture. We had really good color here this year, but the leaves have fallen. We're stuck with dead brown and ghastly gray until spring. The roses help.

Fieldfleur said...

Yes, Beth, some roses here in central Missouri snagged my attention too yesterday (last night's cold temps probably killed them). These were pale pinky lavenders strutting their holiday stuff.
:) Hope all else is well!