I never count the May morn lost
When there are roses, velvet mossed.
Green fringe encrests the calyx stem,
There snugly in the mist of them
The nested petals. They unfurl
Disclose the dusted heart and curl
In perfect exercise of grace
Exactly as that rose has formed
Thru centuries. Now warmed
Beneath the sun's warm glance
The musk scent rises to enhance
The charm of evr'y mossy cup.
It leads the dazzled bee to sup
As I, likewise bedazzled, pause
Spellbound before the Old Pink Moss.
Miriam Wilkins loved the rose featured in this post, which among other names, is known as Common Moss. Yesterday, her sister Thelma Behrens sent me this poem of Miriam's, thinking you might like to read it. I thought it would be a nice way to announce a very exciting, once-in-a-lifetime event. The sale of Miriam's roses- she planted more than two thousand, over the years, on her El Cerrito Hillside.
All the ROSES in MIRIAM WILKIN’S Garden are for SALE!!
(In pots…in the ground…cuttings)
Saturday, March 6, 2010
925 Galvin St., El Cerrito, CA
Nurseries and Public Gardens
Are invited to come early
(We are hoping you will help keep the roses available to the public)
Bring your own: Pot, Dirt, Shovel, pruners, etc.
The roses have all been labeled, but you are on your own for hauling, digging up, taking cuttings, etc.
Contact Kristina Osborn if you have questionsis for Moss Rose, and of course, Miriam.
510-527-3815 or firstname.lastname@example.org
Cell: 510-542-7149 (on March 6)