Ku tanam pokok bunga,
Bunga mawar namanya,
Ku siram dan ku baja,
Lama-lama besar jadinya,
Ku petik bunga mawar,
Ku letak di kepala,
Ku jalan sini sana,
Harum wangi baunya.
A song for my roses, a poetry for my soul:
I made a little song about the rose
And sang it for the rose to hear,
Nor ever marked until the music's close
A lily that was listening near.
The red red rose flushed redder with delight,
And like a queen her head she raised.
The white white lily blanched a paler white,
For anger that she was not praised.
Turning I left the rose unto her pride,
The lily to her enviousness,
And soon upon the grassy ground espied
A daisy all companion-less.
Doubtless no flattered flower is this, I deemed;
And not so graciously it grew
As rose or lily: but me thought it seemed
More thankful for the sun and dew.
William Watson, 1858-1935. An English poet (Yorkshire)
The red red rose, my SN Almost Lover:
Others showcasing their blooms after a long pause:
|SN Ms. Eye Candy. Picture taken at 12 pm. |
At 5pm, the ruby red took over entire bloom.
|SN Sweet Serenade.|
Smell as strong and sweet as ros kampong but citrus.
A trait I forgot, until today.
| Greeted again by this tomato-red rose, SN Jingga Irisa.|
Petal is hard and bloom is lasting.
Will be greeted by this few more days to come.
|SN Ms. Eye Candy on side view. Flushed redder under the heat.|
|SN Lady Liberty|
Sweet blend of soft pink with pale orange center.
Yet in its perfect form. The tree could use a lot of love (and fertilizers).
|SN Rough Jewel|
Last, red miniature in hanging pot, mainly still setting buds. Ready when they are ready.