...and because i'm a hopeless insomniac. behold the most magnificent english rose, or flower for that matter, that i have ever had the pleasure of feasting my eyes upon: david austin's abraham darby rose. now, i'm the first to admit that i am no rose enthusiast, but i cannot contain the sheer delight i feel when i look at this flower. as soon as i saw it, i just knew you needed to see it too. even if for no more lofty a reason than that it is my firm belief that everyone should be humbled by the beauty that only nature can create.
my best friend is a self-proclaimed rose freak and grows roses on top of roses. once she has an established rose bush, she trims it and grows more roses from its cuttings. it's all very scientific and foreign to me, but i sure am glad i get to reap the harvest of getting to enjoy the end result. she didn't grow this specific rose, but i can guarantee that the second she lays eyes upon it she will have no choice to but to grow her very own abraham darby's. as a beauty junky, i could almost gorge myself on looking at this rose all day long. so it's probably a good thing that staring and smelling are fat-free.
my wedding day came and went long ago, but if i had it to do over again, i would have a wedding in a garden, filled with english roses and a huge, luscious bouquet of abraham darby roses. oh, and pomanders lining the aisles too. opulent and even slightly hauty? maybe. totally amazing? OH YES.
yet another reason these roses have cemented themselves firmly in the garden of my soul as my favorite of all time, is because, they are the namesake of my little girl, darby jane. who as i write this, is snuggled up under the covers (yes, she gets to sleep in bed), dreaming her puppy dreams. no doubt of herself, running through fields of roses.
now i try not to nag, but whatever you do, don't ever forget to stop and smell the roses. especially if they're abraham darby's.
au revoir & sweet dreams,
LP
my best friend is a self-proclaimed rose freak and grows roses on top of roses. once she has an established rose bush, she trims it and grows more roses from its cuttings. it's all very scientific and foreign to me, but i sure am glad i get to reap the harvest of getting to enjoy the end result. she didn't grow this specific rose, but i can guarantee that the second she lays eyes upon it she will have no choice to but to grow her very own abraham darby's. as a beauty junky, i could almost gorge myself on looking at this rose all day long. so it's probably a good thing that staring and smelling are fat-free.
my wedding day came and went long ago, but if i had it to do over again, i would have a wedding in a garden, filled with english roses and a huge, luscious bouquet of abraham darby roses. oh, and pomanders lining the aisles too. opulent and even slightly hauty? maybe. totally amazing? OH YES.
yet another reason these roses have cemented themselves firmly in the garden of my soul as my favorite of all time, is because, they are the namesake of my little girl, darby jane. who as i write this, is snuggled up under the covers (yes, she gets to sleep in bed), dreaming her puppy dreams. no doubt of herself, running through fields of roses.now i try not to nag, but whatever you do, don't ever forget to stop and smell the roses. especially if they're abraham darby's.
au revoir & sweet dreams,
LP
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