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I don’t like getting up in the morning and I’m not alone

snowy mountain

Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud and shill’s I hear the blast-
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.

Chorus.-Up in the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a’ the hills are covered wi’ snaw,
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.

The birds sit chittering in the thorn,
A’ day they fare but sparely;
And lang’s the night frae e’en to morn-
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.
Up in the morning’s, no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a’ the hills are covered wi’ snaw,
I’m sure it’s winter fairly.
1788 Robert Burnspoetry, song

‘Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.’

Said  Richard Brinsley Sheridan.

I thought I would share some lines / poetry about roses with you from a lovely book of Garden Quotations by Maria Robbins; and some from my Oxford Book of Quotations – a very large bible sized book with all sorts in there. there were no quotes in my book of humourous quotations though specifically about Roses.

Oh and  by the way, all the photos come from the roses in our garden…

‘The cowslip is a country wench,

The violet is a nun:-

But I will woo the dainty rose,

The queen of every one.’

Thomas Hood

woolies red rose

Red Rose, proud rose, sad rose of all my days!

Come near me while I sing the ancient ways.’



‘Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose’

Gertrude Stein


There is no gathering the rose without being pricked by the thorns.


rhapsody in blue and bee

‘My roses are my jewels, the sun

And moon my clocks, fruit and

Water my food and drink’.

Hester Lucy Stanhope


 A rose is sweeter in the bud than full blown’.

John Lyly

imperial rose

Red roses unfurl.

In their calices burns the pearl.

Sister Bertken

 And she was fayr as the rose in May


Go, lovely rose!

Tell her, that wastes her time and me,

That now she knows,

When I resemble her to thee,

How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Edmund Waller

rose 2011 may


We have gone out for a walk: Into my garden last week

God is at home

it is we who have gone out for a walk

into our garden

on mossy paths

through scented bushes and flowers that nod as we pass,

trees with apricot shaded branches against deep blue sky

furry buds of Spring though the blue sky means cold tonight and the buds must sleep a while longer,

the silence beyond the sound is here – look beyond to explore the silence and awaken to the now

God is not then, there was, will be, can be.

God is

and the ‘is’ is you.

God is within you

and within each flower, bush and bee

insect, worm and bacteria,

all that live in your garden

God is within them too.

Look and look again

wonder at at their beauty

and relish their life for it is all too short and yet lives on in each seed and bulb and root

and winter will frost them

and spring will bring them again to live in sunshine and rain

Our life is all too short

and full of care and woe

and yet,


for that moment,

we look beyond the silence

and know

we are here

in the now

and present in that now

then we are in God and God is within us and all of life