About Roses

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.

~ Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

[We have] our memories so that we might have roses in December.

~ J.M. Barrie

Of all the flowers, methinks a rose is best.

~ Fletcher and Shakespeare, Two Noble Kinsmen

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

~ Alphonse Karr, Lettres Écrites De Mon Jardin

Happy Monday.

Duck Creek

The ducks have been happily inhabiting their creek since the spring run-off subsided back in June.

Because of our drought it has become quite low, so the ducks are now camping out on a little creek island.

Some still like the embankment though, where they’re more likely to get such treats as peas or lettuce which are nutritionally sound choices for them (not bread or crackers).

Have a ducky Thursday.

Sunny Faces

I found a group of sunflowers growing seemingly of their own accord among a gaggle of unkempt roses and weeds.

The plants themselves were leaning badly but were still interesting to pollinators (and flower photographers).

Sunflowers are such iconic representatives of autumn with their lovely sunny faces.

Happy sunflower Wednesday.

Japanese Garden

Penticton’s lovely little Japanese garden isn’t showing yet many signs of autumn, but there’s something about the fading of the colours that are signalling it.

The trees on the adjacent path also seem to be indicating the same.

But right now, the weather is wonderful and there’s no forest fire smoke, so I plan to enjoy it as much as possible.

Happy Tuesday.

Sometimes, life is like that.