This beautiful rose is called 'Morning Jewel', and was grown by my green-fingered friend Gill, in her wonderful garden up in North Yorkshire. It is one of her first roses to bloom this year, and reminded me of this little poem by Yorkshire-born poet Oliver Herford:
The First Rose of Summer
“Oh dear! Is summer over?” I heard a rosebud moan
When first her eyes she opened, and found she was alone.
“Oh why did summer leave me, little me, belated?
Where are the other roses? I think they might have waited.”
Soon the little rosebud saw to her surprise
other rosebuds opening, so she dried her eyes
Then I heard her laughing gaily in the sun
“I thought summer was over: why, it’s only just begun!”
Some of us may be feeling rather alone at the moment, especially if we are 'self-isolating' or 'shielding'. Remember, however, that even though our Well Words group is not meeting face-to-face, we are all still together in spirit, if not in body, looking forward to seeing our 'other rosebuds' and enjoying a summer of freedom.
Writing prompt: What are you finding hard about not seeing family and friends, and what are you most looking forward to doing with them when lock-down restrictions are lifted? Write whatever comes into your head for five minutes and feel free to share below.
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