Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830
My delightful rose bush by the patio in the back yard has provided such beauty year after year. I happened to take this picture of it just a few days ago.
Truly every thing is fading here and thankfully that included some extremely hot days here last week. The weekend is pleasantly cool and refreshing.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather
And autumn’s best of cheer.
Helen Hunt Jackson, September, 1830-1885
I'm not a big fan of winter, but the first day of fall will be very welcome here. I've done some decorating here and have a new mum plant sitting on the porch for color, but it can quite compete with the roses. They aren't fall like in color at all, but they are brilliant!
Roses always remind me to slow down and take the time enjoy the beauty all around me and to appreciate the simple things in life -- to 'Stop and smell the roses'
What a pity flowers can utter no sound!—A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!
Henry Ward Beecher