A Day of Roses

Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam *


They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
   Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after
   We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
    Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
   Within a dream.


Written in 1896 by Ernest Dowson (1867 - 1900)


* The shortness of life prevents us from entertaining far-off hopes




I spent some time this afternoon tidying part of the garden at Mum's.  I don't like gardening on a warm day, so today's coolness was perfect.  There are currently many roses in bud and blooming everywhere, all planted by Dad over the years apart from the climbing red rose in my blipfoto.  Mum bought it earlier this year in memory of Dad, and it's wonderful to see it in flower now.