Red Blaze — Emily Dickinson

Rosa ‘Blaze’ September 6 2006

The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —

The Violet — is Noon —

The Yellow — Day — is falling —

And after that — is none —

But Miles of Sparks — at Evening —

Reveal the Width that burned —

The Territory Argent — that

Never yet — consumed —

Emily Dickinson

Mrs Young bought her Vancouver house in 1954. We bought it in 1986. I can see her going to local nurseries and buying plants to stock her garden. She had a heart attack in our kitchen in 1985 but survived; sold her house and moved to Ontario. Rosemary and I inherited her garden and for many years we tried to respect her choice of plants. We imagined that she was somehow a ghost in our garden. Whenever I would tell Harry Nomura (back in 1986 I thought I could afford a gardener) to do this, or that he would question me with a, “Mrs Young usually wanted me to do it this way.”

Little by little her presence became less so and we started putting in our own plants. In 1954 Mrs Young did not have the choice of species rhododendrons with fragrant flowers (except for the lovely Rhododendron luteum she planted and I so love) so she planted what was hot then. And hot pinks and reds were hot. We have a few of those left.

I now understand that all this had to be and that we lived the transition that was Mrs. Young’s garden which we then had to make our own. In our back lane garden Mrs Young planted four climbing Rosa ‘Blaze’. In 1954 it was one of the few disease free red climbers in the market. Blaze is supposed to be moderately fragrant. In our garden it isn’t. I replaced three of the four Blaze with Rosa ‘Madame Hardy’, Rosa ‘Climbing Ophelia’, Rosa ‘Charles de Mills’, and Rosa ‘Ayreshire Queen’. All of them are very fragrant and people who walk their dogs on our lane often comment on it.

Today I looked into the lane and I saw a couple of blooms of Blaze. Mrs Young must be smiling somewhere.

He touched me, so I live to know

Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away

Said Death to Passion

We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies

It was not death for I stood alone

The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone

I tend my flowers for thee
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Ample make her bed
His caravan of red
Me-come! My dazzled face
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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