Snapshot: Morning Rose

I looked out my kitchen window this morning and check this out:

The Morning Rose!!  That's what I'm calling it.  It's the way the late summer sun catches the end of my patio. Everything is in shadow except this glorious spotlight of sunshine. It might happen earlier in summer and I'm just not awake for it. Lol.

When we first moved to this house I woke up to watch the dew fall in that sunlight. Because of the shadow/sunlight contrast, I could see the drops of dew rising from the ground and falling again, like silver glitter.

I was telling someone about that and they asked me to show them... which left me speechless. (Like, I literally opened my mouth to tell them when and where and realized I had no idea!) So ever since, I've been watching the spot, waiting to see dew again. It's been... ugh... years. I didn't see dew. *sigh*  If I do, I'll be sure to get a pic, if I can. But I did see the right aligning of light & shadow to make it possible. Finally.

Has that ever happened to you? 

Like... some ordinary view looks suddenly vibrant and alive... like there was a veil hiding the reality of it and it was suddenly removed for just a tiny moment?

That happened to me one other time here. Still no idea how to see it again, but the field next door opened up like that. I could see... literally see... all the tiny bugs and pollen and dust and LIFE floating through the air. Half of me wanted to stuff my head in a pillow case for the rest of my breathing days, the air was so full of LIFE. The other half of me could not look away, I was so filled with awe.

My early morning rose in sunshine doesn't do it justice. (And not b/c my only camera, now, is on my ancient phone, which stinks.) There's no way to capture the idea of a glowing rose in the early morning. I need to add a large dose of damp chill to the photograph.

Snapshot - How Does Your Garden Grow?

It's a miracle!

On Pinterest I have a board titled "Secret Garden". The secret to my garden is that I have one this year and I usually don't attempt it. I actually have seedlings sprouting. I can hardly contain my excitement:

I decided the trick to managing an acre of plantable land is to throw too many seeds in one pot. Not logical, I know, but look!! It's working!!!

My first roses, etc, are out, too..... LOVE!!

Remember that rose "tree" that I over-pruned last year? I let it sprawl where it will this year... and I have an ABUNDANCE of these blushing yellow beauties. I should take a picture for you, huh?  Alrighty... it's raining, but we don't mind. We're Oregonians (the roses and I).

You may thank Alyce @ At Home with Books for hosting Saturday Snapshot and encouraging me to share pictures I take despite lacking photo-taking skills. Or blame me for my pathetic gardening attempts and baring the bumblings online. Lol.

Snapshot - Roses II

Saturday Snapshot is hosted by Alyce @ At Home with Books.

I took these pictures this afternoon. The Burgundy Ice (below) is where my name comes from. It's still blooming!  The bud (above) is my favorite "tree" that I mentioned trimming enthusiastically last spring. This is the very first bud it's produced. Finally. I kissed it and promised to never trim so much ever again even if it wants to bloom over the house roof!

September Roses...

Snapshot - Roses, etc

Alyce @ At Home with Books hosts Saturday Snapshot, which is when I indulge in sharing my photo album to unsuspecting readers.

I already shared the pictures I took this week for getting raffle prizes for the car show I volunteer for. I have also taken pix of the kids swimming, which I'm sure they'd be thrilled if I posted. Lol. Instead, I'm going back to June when my yard burst into bloom despite me.

I am SO not a gardener even at the most extravagant stretch of the concept. But I did inherit my wild acre from someone who was. I am so blessed!!

I think someone planted this Clematis next to this Brodie (our term) on purpose, they're so beautiful together.

This is the famous Burgandy Ice rose given to me by my Cool, Man and the inspiration behind my name. My picture doesn't show the silver tinge or the depth of deep velvety red. (Oddly enough, I'm not a photographer, either!!  Not a concern.)

This is my favorite new mystery rose. It sprouted in an awkward location and has thrived under my hands-off approach... so much so that I wrapped it around the porch where an award-winning Clematis used to reign before I killed it. (Confessions later. Maybe.)

A beautiful example of an entire string of rose bushes that I have no clue how to manage. They're squished in between the cars, the dog kennel, and the shop.  I mostly help myself to cuttings to see and smell their abundant deliciousness. I wish I could add scratch -n- sniff to this post, their fragrance is powerful-sweet.

My favorite rose bush has yet to bloom this year b/c I attempted to care for it by pruning. It's producing greenery in a frantic survival technique that has me apologizing outloud to it every time I walk by. It's such a tree that its blooms hide over the roof of the house, you see, and I had hoped it would let me watch the show from my kitchen window this year, instead.  But no... it likes to sprawl or else it won't give me anything. They're rather moody things, roses.