.. Autunno,
Stagione delle nebbie e dei maturi
Frutti soavi, all'almo sole amica,
Dolce - suadente a lui che benedica
Con te pergole pensili dai muri,
E curvi alle capanne peri e meli
Penetrando ogni frutto fino al cuore,
E le zucche arrotondi, e le nocciole
Addolcisca e raffermi col calore
Le gemme e scarsi fiori ancora sveli
All'api che dimenticano i geli
Nelle celle del miele colme al sole!
John Keats, To Autumn, September 1819
in questi giorni che si fanno sempre più brevi e ci danno la consapevolezza dello scorrere del tempo preparandoci all'inverno, doni preziosi ci appaiono le ultime fioriture nel roseto ...
Rosa Crown Princess Margaretha, David Austin 1999
Rosa Constance Spry, David Austin 1961
Rosa Glamis Castle, David Austin 1992
Sono probabilmente quelle che più amo, le ultime rose dell'anno ..
Rosa Souvenir de la Malmaison, Béluze 1843
La primavera asperge fiori ovunque, ma il roseto, in autunno, è l'ultima "stanza" del nostro giardino a sopirsi, vestendosi con corolle che rispondono con toni sempre più accesi al sole che si fa, via via, sempre più fievole e rubando all'aria che comincia a farsi pungente all'alba, note profumate di un'intensità che le rose di Maggio non conoscono.
Rosa Maid Marion, David Austin 2010
Rosa Cécile Brunner, Pernet-Ducher 1881
Rosa The Shepherdess, David Austin 2005
Le rose d'autunno, estremo saluto di una stagione che si conclude prima del lungo sonno invernale, necessario per un nuovo, rigoglioso risveglio.
Rosa A Shropshire Lad, David Austin 1996
Rosa Eglantyne, David Austin 1994
La natura, ancora velatamente desta, colora di nembi cinerei e turchini il cielo cospargendo di tinte inebrianti i boschi con alberi che, languendo dei primi freddi,
sussurrano di tranquillità e di silenzio ..
e queste rose, soavemente, ci illudono che ancora vigore conservi per i nostri occhi la terra ormai stanca ..
Rosa Jude the Obscure, David Austin 1995
Rosa Jubilee Celebration, David Austin 2002
e c'è chi, con la saggezza del naturale istinto, mentre le osserva s'affretta a far provvista;
e chi, persuaso di non esser scorto, a bordo del roseto, sembra deliziarsi del loro inebriante profumo ..
Le rose d'autunno, doni ambiti e preziosi come tutto ciò che è fugace, vivono lo spazio di un mattino, perchè spesso trovano ad avvolgerle le umide ali della notte ...
Rosa The Generous Gardener, David Austin 2002
Rosa The Prince, David Austin 1986
e dove il sole stenta ormai ad albergare, padrona assoluta è questa sontuosa, prodiga, ridente stagione,
che lascia in attesa figure marmoree senza tempo, messaggere di indulgente clemenza e ansiose dell'inverno, speranzose che sia freddo e nevoso, affinchè possano trovare ridestate dalle feconde ceneri del gelo nuove rose ancor più leggiadre.
Rosa Marie Jeanne, Eugène Turbat & Compagnie 1913
Vi ringrazio per avermi seguita in questa breve passeggiata tra le ultime rose del roseto di Tenuta Geremia di cui mi piace, simbolicamente, farvi dono, ma, prima di salutarci, lasciate che concluda con una dolcissima, romantica citazione tratta da colui che di dolcezza e romanticismo continua ad essere ineguagliabile e sempiterno maestro, William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616):
Che cosa c'è in un nome? Quel che noi chiamiamo col nome di rosa, anche se lo chiamassimo d'un altro nome, serberebbe pur sempre lo stesso, dolce, profumo.
Simphony .. of an Autumn rose garden.
- picture 1
... Autumn,
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;
For Summer has o’erbrimm’d their clammy cells.
John Keats, To Autumn, September 1819
In these Autumn days during which the dew lights the mornings, the mist muffles the first rays of the sun and awakes in the air the smells of the grass, the wood, the moist ground, everything come back to life ...
- picture 2
- picture 3
in these days which are always shorter giving us the awareness of the flowing of the time and preparing us to Winter, precious gifts turn out to be to us the last bloomings in the rose garden ...
- picture 4 - Rose Crown Princess Margaretha, David Austin 1999
- picture 5 - Rose Constance Spry, David Austin 1961
- picture 6 - Rose Glamis Castle, David Austin 1992
They're probably those I prefer, the last roses of the year..
- picture 7 - Rose Souvenir de la Malmaison, Béluze 1843
Spring spreads flowers everywhere, but the rose garden, during the Autumn, is the last "room" of our garden to make itself drowsy dressing up with corollas answering to the sun which is more and more feeble with always more brilliant tones and stealing from the air that begins to be "stinging" at the dawn, scented notes that the May roses don't even know.
- picture 8 - Rose Maid Marion, David Austin 2010
- picture 9 - Rose Cécile Brunner, Pernet-Ducher 1881
- picture 10 - Rose The Shepherdess, David Austin 2005
Autumr roses, extreme greeting of an ending seson before the long winter sleep, necessary for a new, luxuriant awakening.
- picture 11 - Rose A Shropshire Lad, David Austin 1996
- picture 12 - Rose Eglantyne, David Austin 1994
The Nature, still obscurely awake, dyes the sky with ashen and deep blue storm - clouds strewing with intoxicating colours the woods with trees, which, languids for the first cold,
- picture 13
whisper of tranquillity and silence ...
- picture 14
and these roses suavely, delude us that the weary ground still force keeps to our eyes ..
- picture 15 - Rose Jude the Obscure, David Austin 1995
- picture 16 - Rose Jubilee Celebration, David Austin 2002
- picture 17 - Rose Lady Emma Hamilton, David Austin 2005
and there's who, with the wisdom of the natural instinct, while observes them, hastens to make provided;
- picture 18
- picture 19
and who, persuaded not to be seen, at the edge of the rose garden, seems to delight in their heady scent ..
- picture 20
- picture 21
The Autumn roses, precious and appreciated gifts as everything that's fleeting, live the space of a morning, because often wrapped into the wet wings of the night ...
- picture 22 - Rose The Generous Gardener, David Austin 2002
- picture 23 - Rose The Prince, David Austin 1986
- picture 24 - Rose Winchester Cathedral, David Austin 1988
and where the sun finds now it hard to harbor, this sumptuous, prodigal, charming season is the absolute master,
- picture 25
that leaves timeless marble figures, messengers of indulgent clemency, waiting, anxious of winter, hopeful that it is cold and snowy so that they could find awakened by the fecund ashes of the cold new roses even more graceful.
- picture 26 - Rose Marie Jeanne, Eugène Turbat & Compagnie 1913
Thank you for having followed me in this short walk through the last roses of the Tenuta Geremia rose garden, roses of which I like, symbolically, to make you gift, but, before than saying goodbye, let me end with a sweet, romantic quote from one who about sweetness and romance continues to be unparalleled and eternal master, William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616):
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, ca. 1596
With affection I embrace all of you wishing much love and sweetness.
See you soon ♥
- picture 2
- picture 3
in these days which are always shorter giving us the awareness of the flowing of the time and preparing us to Winter, precious gifts turn out to be to us the last bloomings in the rose garden ...
- picture 4 - Rose Crown Princess Margaretha, David Austin 1999
- picture 5 - Rose Constance Spry, David Austin 1961
- picture 6 - Rose Glamis Castle, David Austin 1992
They're probably those I prefer, the last roses of the year..
- picture 7 - Rose Souvenir de la Malmaison, Béluze 1843
Spring spreads flowers everywhere, but the rose garden, during the Autumn, is the last "room" of our garden to make itself drowsy dressing up with corollas answering to the sun which is more and more feeble with always more brilliant tones and stealing from the air that begins to be "stinging" at the dawn, scented notes that the May roses don't even know.
- picture 8 - Rose Maid Marion, David Austin 2010
- picture 9 - Rose Cécile Brunner, Pernet-Ducher 1881
- picture 10 - Rose The Shepherdess, David Austin 2005
Autumr roses, extreme greeting of an ending seson before the long winter sleep, necessary for a new, luxuriant awakening.
- picture 11 - Rose A Shropshire Lad, David Austin 1996
- picture 12 - Rose Eglantyne, David Austin 1994
The Nature, still obscurely awake, dyes the sky with ashen and deep blue storm - clouds strewing with intoxicating colours the woods with trees, which, languids for the first cold,
- picture 13
whisper of tranquillity and silence ...
- picture 14
and these roses suavely, delude us that the weary ground still force keeps to our eyes ..
- picture 15 - Rose Jude the Obscure, David Austin 1995
- picture 16 - Rose Jubilee Celebration, David Austin 2002
- picture 17 - Rose Lady Emma Hamilton, David Austin 2005
and there's who, with the wisdom of the natural instinct, while observes them, hastens to make provided;
- picture 18
- picture 19
and who, persuaded not to be seen, at the edge of the rose garden, seems to delight in their heady scent ..
- picture 20
- picture 21
The Autumn roses, precious and appreciated gifts as everything that's fleeting, live the space of a morning, because often wrapped into the wet wings of the night ...
- picture 22 - Rose The Generous Gardener, David Austin 2002
- picture 23 - Rose The Prince, David Austin 1986
- picture 24 - Rose Winchester Cathedral, David Austin 1988
and where the sun finds now it hard to harbor, this sumptuous, prodigal, charming season is the absolute master,
- picture 25
that leaves timeless marble figures, messengers of indulgent clemency, waiting, anxious of winter, hopeful that it is cold and snowy so that they could find awakened by the fecund ashes of the cold new roses even more graceful.
- picture 26 - Rose Marie Jeanne, Eugène Turbat & Compagnie 1913
Thank you for having followed me in this short walk through the last roses of the Tenuta Geremia rose garden, roses of which I like, symbolically, to make you gift, but, before than saying goodbye, let me end with a sweet, romantic quote from one who about sweetness and romance continues to be unparalleled and eternal master, William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616):
What's in a name? That which we call by the name of rose, although to call it of another name, it would anyway retain the same, sweet, perfume.
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, ca. 1596
With affection I embrace all of you wishing much love and sweetness.
See you soon ♥
VINTAGE CHARM PARTY
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