End-Of-Year Rose and Honeysuckle Potpourri
It is getting pretty late in the year here for roses or many other fresh flowers; this is the last truly lovely rose (‘Fourth Of July’) I could find in the yard! BUT, it gave me a fragrant idea. Why not gather a late potpourri on this beautiful, invigorating day?
“One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. “~ Dale Carnegie
Maybe in the northern tier of States now there are no roses left, but in the middle and southern states, there may still be roses and petals of other remaining flowers to be found. So I went out and foraged the whole yard, and was surprised at what was hiding away out of sight.
These are actually healthy rose buds on these rose bushes! You can see I have already cut back the bushes behind them and the leaves on the crabs are falling! Drift Roses bloom almost continuously – from spring through frost – and display exceptional resistance to common rose diseases such as black spot, powdery mildew and rust. But I am digressing!
I took all I could find of the Fourth Of July, Apricot Drift, a few of the honeysuckle, and some rose hips that had just lost their petals; this made a very fragrant potpourri. I stopped to pick some spinach, too. It was like bringing in a breath of spring, but the chill I felt reminded me I was only dreaming.
I found one whole ‘Shropshire Lad‘ for the collection, too…the last thing on the bush.
“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds around my neck.”
“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”
~James M. Barrie
Be sure to allow the petals of all the flowers to dry with good air circulation so they won’t mildew. A day or two spread out on paper towels will do it before using them to scent drawer or closet.
I will let you serious gardeners know if those buds on the ‘Apricot Drift‘ open yet this fall! This is the petal…
“I did not pray Him to lay bare
The Mystery to me;
Enough the rose was heaven to smell,
And His own face to see.”
~ Ralph Hodgson
Thanks for reading!