Of Racing and Roses
Well, I have to get something off my chest. Years ago, I wrote a small newspaper piece that
discussed the dreadful dangers of drag racing.
How terrible for our teens to engage in such risky behavior!
So, is it hypocrisy or maturity that drove me to the same
(legal) track with my family to don a helmet and ride along with my husband? To hold a bouncing iPod and try to video
corners like this?
By the way, we had a blast in our closed course, racing against
a clock. So no worries, right? I mentioned racing for pinks (wink) and one
of my sons assured me that registrations are digital now and paper copies must
be requested in advance from the DMV.
Ah. . . times, they are a-changin'.
From there, I traded in exhaust fumes and helmet hair to
something more seemly for a lady. . . . tending
my garden. A few months ago, a friend
enrolled me in a local rose society. Once
a month, she and I take a class in some aspect of horticulture, history, etc. My roses have looked great this year!
Sunshine Daydream
Madame Cécile Brunner
Hot Tamale
Yellow Lady Banks Rose
We are now a week away from the annual rose show. The glorious day is arriving for trophies and
ribbons! . . . And my rose garden is
bereft of blossoms. Sigh. Bunches of branches and leaves. An early warm season
got the plants blooming to their peak a month ago. A few rounds of blackspot creeping on the
leaves didn't help, either. So, pickings
are slim.
There is one rose that still looks especially magnificent.
A long stem with lush, proportional, green
leaves and a fat bud that promises creamy petals. It's a winner. I can sense it. A definite contender in my newbie-rookie-beginner-never-won-a-medal-yet
division.
So, perhaps you can imagine how my heart beat a little
faster when the sepals popped open yesterday. . . eight days before
judging. Imagine the silent, slow-motion
scream of "Noooooooo!" resounding in my head.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if that bud stayed tightly-wrapped,
then opened to half-bloom NEXT Saturday?
Is it wrong to pray for God to stop a rose from blooming until it
assures me accolades? Just wondering.
Ah, well, it would make a lovely decoration on our dining
room table.
I imagine you are itching to see it. . . I'll try to keep
you posted.
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