This sunrise colored rose was planted in our garden in 1984, the year after Aireys Inlet, with its 800 houses, was completely destroyed by fire. Our timber slab house, miraculously, did not burn, and we still live with our roses and rosy sunrises over the sea.
R.G Elliott, in the 1920 Australasian Rose Book made this splendidly over-the-top observation of such a moment:
”For what is as pleasant, invigorating and refreshing as that early morning walk, when, rising with the kookaburra, we revel in the first rays of glorious sunshine, which sets our blood coursing through our veins and fills our hearts with song? Who has not experienced it? If such there be, let him eschew his slothful ways for once and taste the delights of early morning sunrise. Let him spend an hour in the garden watching the flowers gratefully greeting the first appearance of the sun, noting carefully how each strives to be the first to see him; how they stir themselves and rustle their leaves with excitement, till gradually, becoming erect and tranquil under the influence of his warm embrace, they proudly and gracefully unfold their petals and display their wealth of beauty in sheer gratitude.”
Burning the Books
Beginning or End?
Small blessings #4: Just a touch of rose.