I didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye. I realised that, on March 1st, after dropping baby girl off at kinder, and then parking in the driveway amidst the misty morning.
Misty. So it was Autumn now. Huh.
And just like that. My most favourite season was OVER. Although sadly, despite the warmth and beach and all, because of our lack of air con, I was so concerned about whether we would survive the intense double-storey heat, that I was almost looking forward to the cooler months.
NO! Blasphemy. I know, I know (hangs head in shame).
Which is why I failed to remember to say ‘au revoir’ to Summer. I stood there then in the driveway, realising that now too, my slowly-turned, poorly-looking roses would need to be chopped back to nothing, too.
But then… there was a realisation. The other day when leaving the house, I noticed something.
Amidst the tired and empty looking rose bushes, in the middle of rose bush #2…
A solitary, small rose.
Suddenly, in the absence of Summer, it gave me Hope.
And then today, again leaving the house…
Another one. In rose bush #1.
I made a plan with these obvious signs of happiness, and in the late afternoon sun headed on outside to do some pruning.
Because the roses had told me, it was not over.
There is a solitary rose on each rose bush, and I am so happy to report that there are small buds blooming in other places too.
Sure, the rose bushes now resemble NOTHING to what they did when they were blooming amazingly some time ago (a report of that account can be read here, worth reading only to see baby girl’s photo bombs), but amidst the days getting shorter, the nights and mornings getting cooler, and beach days turning into couch-fests, I take solace in this last hurrah presented to me by the greenery in our front yard.
And just an extra side note for any novice gardeners like myself out there… when gardening, do wear a hat. Even if it is not sunny. Sure the sun was out today, but still, if I hadn’t been wearing one when I brushed against a set of sharp thorns today, I would have needed stitches in my head, rather than just my hat getting stuck to the roses.