Friday, May 11, 2012
Mr. G and Me, a cottage, some roses and a glass!
After he left, and I came back home, I decided to take the old navy man down the street to see the wild roses. Well, we call them wild roses...as we see them often at old houses and on fence rows 'way out in the country. These are in the city limits, on the edge of town out toward the airport. The old navy man LOVES wild roses and I had noticed the day before there were thousands of them down the street from our house at what I call the 'abandoned cottage.' We practically live on the edge of town and about a quarter mile, or a little less, down our street, back in the trees, sits this little 'cottage.' I've never actually known it to be lived in. So, down the street we went and I took along my camera.
The little cottage is falling into ruin. When I leave town to drive to Beebe, or to Little Rock, I have to pass the little place and I always have to say a few kind words to it. It looks so lonesome. And, it speaks to me too. At this time of year, there are wild roses growing on the fences and up into the trees. I think this year there is a record number of roses. So, the old navy man got a real kick out of seeing them and he was happy when I got out of the car to walk down the street to take several photos of the fence rows and the roses. (It doesn't take much to please us in these days of our 'old age.') I managed to pick a few of the pretty things to take home. (Several years ago, he drove out to the country and actually dug up a wild rose or two. We never could get them to grow however. So, photos will do almost as well.) I hope you enjoy these as much as I did taking the photos. Click to enlarge...I think they are divine!!