“There is something deep within us
that sobs at endings.
Why, God, does everything have to end?
Why does all nature grow old?
Why do spring and summer have to go?”
~ Joe Wheeler
|~~~~~~~~~Rose of Sharon~~~~~~~~|
Alcohol Inks and Watercolor on Yupo paper
I have a Rose of Sharon bush in my yard that has grown from a cutting from my great aunt Helen's plant. I have had the bush for about 25 or 30 years. It blooms all summer long and the hummingbirds really love it. They feed on its luscious blossoms and dart in and out of its luminous boughs continuously. The old bush always reminds me of my family roots, the passing years and personal strength and perseverance. It's been through droughts, blizzards, blights and hurricanes and has always managed to survive, even thrive. I just noticed it has finished blooming for the season and that the encroaching cedar tree has made it bend even more towards the left. So I'll make sure we trim back that imposing cedar, give it some fertilizer and put fresh mulch around it to protect the roots from the winter cold. It's old and it needs some tender loving care to insure that we will be enjoying Sharon's cheerful roses and hummingbird playgound again next summer.
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