In Search of Late Roses

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A different light visits with the first touch of Autumn.

The highest leaves atop Sugar Maples pink up.

The Aspen trees on the mountain are, each and every one, connected to one another through their root systems.
Essentially they are all one tree.

I had the thought today that we, as humans being are each connected as well but our root system needs some serious fertilizer or maybe piping in the best tequila would soften us all up enough to recognize we can’t live without one another.

I rolled out my door this morning in search of late roses.

They are different in that they are the second blooming cycle of the season.

The color and constitution of the flowers seem more robust and eager to show off.

I can hear almost a crackling around their moxie; almost pornographic in their push of life.

They know their days are numbered as the frosty reaper he be a’comin’ round the bend.

I am a late bloomer too.

All the blonde girls in high school with perfect skin and all the right curves and clothes

Had their bloom.

Now is my day; Wrinkles stack themselves up, one against the other and time is a mean one where gravity is concerned;

But in my chair I go fast. My dog rests calmly, warming my lap as passers by ask to pet her and chat about nothingness..just to connect.

Finally for me, just existing is quite enough.

My purpose is only to love what I love.

Today the late roses have my attention.

Their fragrance is quite complicated. Not full of young notes but something ripe.

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7 Responses to “In Search of Late Roses”

  1. Barbara on September 5th, 2016

    Now THAT’S a purpose I can get behind!!

  2. Dominique Mazeaud on September 6th, 2016

    Dear Cathy,
    I am so grateful that I heard you interviewed on KSFR and that I am now getting your blog. It is such a joy and inspiration to hear from you.
    I wish you a beautiful day,
    dominique

  3. Barry on September 6th, 2016

    LOVE

  4. Karren Sahler on September 6th, 2016

    Thank you, dear one.

    Do you know Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese? I’m trying to be okay, loving what I love.

    Karren

  5. David Tenenbaum on September 6th, 2016

    Hi “Cathy Calling”! Us late bloomers have to stick together. And if our color and constitution is a bit more robust, if we have more moxie, if we are a little more connected and complicated, and if we truly love the things we love, well, we can live with that! Speaking of which, sending you much love.

    David

  6. Jenny on September 11th, 2016

    Did you find some Cathy? Some late roses? For taking home and maybe eventually drying or pot pouri with spices and something else .

  7. Dennis Chamberlain on September 16th, 2016

    This is for all of us late bloomers, who honestly didn’t realize our roots were interconnected until the Autumn of our years. It is a warm segue into the Fall, with that special Cathy Aten wrinkle.

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