Four grown kids, six delightful grandchildren, constant, long-time partner. A retired academic, I'm adapting to life in a Vancouver condo after decades in a waterfront home on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. Keen to discover what new priorities emerge, what interests persist, in this urban life after 60!
Pictures only today -- I'm getting ready for pre-wedding houseguests arriving tomorrow. Some rushing around is happening. But there are roses. . . . startling pink Hansa (a rugosa, rather close in colour to my MOTB dress, don't you think?)
and the wonderful Royal Sunset, which is finally settling into its home after three or four years.
Royal Sunset was a gift from my good friend Alison, who knew I had long admired it in the garden of another good friend, Jan. I love having those kind of memories and connections in my garden.
And the irises, below, were originally transported from my parents' garden and dug in by my father. He's been gone 11 years this summer, so these testify to a certain maturity in my garden, never mind adding a poignant note of beauty.
I love the lush density outlining the paths, although the whole thing could use a trim -- I'm working on it, patch by patch. . . .
And for good measure, I'll throw in a rainbow -- this one appeared yesterday evening reminding me, I suppose to stop, smell and admire the roses, and just be . . .