A Space to Be, Being in the Cycles

Dropping the Last Petal

All Summer long I have been fascinated by the beautiful wild roses that grow in our hedge and in hedgerows all around us (rosa rugosa). They are so fabulous and bright but also quite fleeting. One moment they are in full bloom and the next I find all the petals on the floor.

It is unusual to catch one, as I did, with just one petal left to drop.

Of course the dropping of the petals is not the end of the rose but more like a mid-life metamorphosis. Having shed all its petals the wild rose now gets to work becoming a juicy, plump hip, full of sweetness and vitamins. A little later in the year I hope to harvest and bottle some of that goodness and turn it into syrup.

The roses will stay with me all year round.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s