The thing I found most intriguing in this post is the note that was written request from a Count Philip, in 1486, for wild roses. Here's the post's author, Erik Kwakkel, "Holding the request for wild roses in your hand really makes you think about how the flowers will have been used, who looked at them, and what conversations were held in the room where they were placed."
Ah, yes, wild roses. What connected the Count to wild roses? Hmmm, I have photos of roses...I feel an illustrated poem coming on!
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Oh, lovely haiga, Diane! Now you have me wondering about Count Philip's request too . . .
ReplyDeleteLove the visual, great poem.
ReplyDeleteMakes me think about the rose varieties that have been preserved and cultivated across decades and continents...and how those old wild roses seem to smell the sweetest!
ReplyDeleteWe have so many wild roses around here...I can completely identify with this!
ReplyDeleteAs I was typing to the ladies, your comment came in, Matt. I didn't mean to slight you! Nor to call you a lady!
DeleteThank you, ladies! The scent has been bred out of the roses in the quest for bigger, "better," blooms. It's too, bad, but I make due with oil of tea rose.
ReplyDeleteMmmm... delicious post with sweet and thorny thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, I think, for pointing me to another wonderful blog that will claim me for an indefinite period of time, I'm sure...!
Did you see the chained library? Amazing! Yes, medievalfragments is a fascinating blog!
DeleteThe story of these notes (and the stories they bring us) is/are fascinating!
ReplyDeleteAnd, isn't it wonderful that we have the internet to bring us these fascinating artifacts!
DeleteI love your poem - wild roses is what I seek too! Again, none too many here in the desert of Tucson. =)
ReplyDeleteLOVE this, Diane! "... and yet, I/ continue to seek out/ the wild roses, if only/ to evoke your laughter." Wonderful.
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