Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you its only seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
Its the one who wont be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring, becomes the rose
Bette Midler’s song
I always take my cuttings in August so now I need to get busy. I’ve already taken some Sweet Williams’ cuttings and they are doing very well. The lychnis too are fine but I have yet to get stuck in to plant wallflower seeds for next Spring.
Just look at this rhubarb leaf! I don’t exaggerate when I say it’s as big as an umbrella. If it started to rain, I could stand underneath it and keep dry.
The phlox are in full bloom just now. They are so pretty and so prolific and welcome at this late summer time of the year. There’s a teasel in the bed too, cheeky!
This pretty pink rose is an old timer. It’s been with me in the garden for a very long time. So long that I’ve forgotten what it’s called!
This year it has thrived, other years it hasn’t done so well and I’ve threatened to dig it up, but I never do.
I think it’s done better this year because I’ve been fussing over the petunias, see picture below. I’ve made sure they’ve had lots of water and food and the rose has benefited from the extra attention. (Make note for next year – fuss over old rose more!)
Now back to my cuttings. Must get on and do them NOW.