Here’s a rather lovely little thing. Last year I bought a tiny pot-rose from a discount shelf in the Co-op, mostly out of pity at the thought of any living creature being left all alone with its fate at the mercy of an orange “reduced” sticker. It had three tiny blooms on it and was small enough that when I repotted it, the whole plant could be cupped in my hand. I honestly didn’t think it would live all that long, but I figured I’d do the best I could by it for as long as it did.
To my amazement and delight, it lived, thrived, survived a change of address when we moved in December, and is now alive and well on my living room windowsill. To my even greater delight, this spring, it flowered! But look at this:
Three deep pinkish-red blooms similar to the ones it had when I bought it… and one pale pink one that looks nothing like them! I gather that this can happen when a particular rose has been grown by grafting onto another stock; so not a miracle, just a bit of horticultural sleight of hand. The kind of people who grow roses as serious business would deal with this by removing any shoots that come up from the underlying stock instead of the desired, grafted breed.
But to my eyes there’s something far more magical about having two kinds of rose on a single bush, so I’m going to leave mine just as it is.
Hello, everyone – I’m sorry I’ve not been posting for so long. I’m afraid I got caught up in some stuff, and just didn’t have the inspiration to come and post here. But hopefully this post will mark the beginnings of my return, and to begin with some good news: I passed my driving test last week!
Me with my pass certificate – photo ©Rob Anscombe of Rob’s School of Motoring in Whitby. [https://www.facebook.com/pages/Robs-School-of-Motoring/320851121370807]
I’m hoping that before too long I’ll get my own car and be able to see and do more things in the moors and beyond. The other good news is that I’ve also got a new phone with a much better camera than my old one, so I’ll be able to bring back better pictures, too! For now though I’ll leave you with this sample of the new photo format – a beautifully stormy sunset photographed a couple of nights ago from my front doorstep:
We’ve had some fairly terrible weather up here recently, like the rest of England, but I can’t find it in me to complain if I get views like this out of it…
There’s something very special about living in a place where one feels spiritually healed just by stepping out of the front door. I’m going to be mostly working this week (I’m a freelance editor, so I get to work from home), but I had to go out just now to take something to the post office. As I opened the door and stepped onto the path, the whole valley felt silent – no wind, no cars, no voices. The air was still and neither warm nor cold, the sky a pale silver grey.
And it felt like someone had pulled the emergency brake on my soul. I’d been running at usual 21st-century mental speed, worrying about this, thinking about that, doing five things at once… and suddenly, blessedly, my mind just came to a complete and perfect stop. I stood for a moment, simply breathing, listening, looking around me, and felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders. It’s like having Heaven on your doorstep, living here.
Here’s a quick shot of the view over the valley, with the clouds breaking to show a flash of sunlight across on Danby Low Moor:
The view from my doorstep.
And now, back to work…