The Last Rose of Summer

Time to make the final assault on putting the flower garden to bed for the Winter. Yesterday's first snow flurries of the season brings all things into prospective and as bad as I hate to see it the pretty flowers will all be gone until next Spring.




This is a Crimson Bouquet Rose. It is much darker and a richer red than this picture shows.
I have had it for years and have tried to propagate new ones from it but with no luck so far. I have found that I have no talent at all when it comes to stem propagation. No matter what I try they always die before they take rut. I will keep trying though and try to get another one, maybe would have better luck with the seeds??

The Last Rose of Summer

'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming all alone

All her lovely companions are faded and gone.

No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh

To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! to pine on the stem

Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them

'Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed

Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow, when friendships decay

And from love's shining circle the gems drop away

When true hearts lie wither'd and fond ones are flown

Oh! who would inhabit this bleak world alone!

Thomas Moore