Since Monday’s rain the roses have broken into bloom and their scent hangs heavy in the evening air. Our Mum would be 94 today…

I always associate her with roses, maybe it’s because the first roses bloomed for her birthday, or that every ‘Speech Day’ she made buttonholes for the platform party, or that the rose house was just a wonderful place to sit and drink in the heady scent of old fashioned roses. Dad did vegetables; Mum did roses…

We carry on the tradition, planting roses to remind us of our past. Albertine for our Grandmother; Burma Star for Dad, Rosa gallica ‘Versicolor’ – Mum loved its candy stripe and fragrance. But we learned never to give her Freesias, she couldn’t smell them!

And after all these years I remember my sister’s birthday is first – “she was my birthday present” Mum reminded me last year!

Happy Birthday Mum!

Only Remembered.

Only the truth that in life we have spoken,
Only the seed that on earth we have sown;
These shall pass onward when we are forgotten,
Fruits of the harvest and what we have done.

 Only remembered, only remembered,
Only remembered by what we have done;
Thus would we pass from the earth and its toiling,
Only remembered by what we have done.


Words: Horatious Bonar,  Music Ira Sankey, written to commemorate the great preacher C.H. Spurgeon