“Strange to say, a cult exists, slowly increasing in numbers, that considers single flowers - yes, even single roses - more lovely than the double ones, transformed by man from beautiful utility to useless beauty. For, with the multiplication of the velvety petals disappear the stamens and pistils which are the essentials for the formation of the seed - the purpose of the flower in nature. We may marvel at the skill of the florist in producing a cabbage-like double-dahlia and chrysanthemum; but we linger over and dearly love the single forms of these flowers...” Eloise Butler, from a writing of June 11, 1911.
A Seasonal Poem
And now, in the heat of June,
With her sudden life and light,
With the fullness of her noon,
With the silence of her night,
The rosebud loosens her outer dress
And blushes in fainting loveliness;
Nor opens her heart to the common air,
Nor shows you her inmost light,
But leaves you to dream what is hidden there
With the dews of the falling night
Taken from "The Rose" by
Dora Read Goodale, American (1866 - 1915)
|“Fresh beauty opens one’s eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets our steps prevents its being absorbed and appreciated. It is a good thing, therefore, to make short excursions now and then.... not only to learn something of what is going on in those out-of-the-way places, but to see better what the sun sees on our return to common every-day beauty...” John Muir, In the Sierra Foot-Hills. 1894
Rosa acicularlis Lindl.
One of six wild roses in the Garden, it is native to MN and to the northern temperate areas and has been in the Garden since before 1951. It is densely prickly on old stems.