Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent,
Where faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Goodnight.
---Elizabeth T. Dillingham "A Faery Song"

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Search is Over for the Rose of My Childhood

We moved in a 1940's wood siding house in Waynesboro, TN when I was about 6 years old.  I clearly remember every bush, flower and tree in the yard like it was yesterday.  I was the kid that came in, swallowed supper and went back outside with my friends to catch lightning bugs until I was made to come in on summer nights.  Our yard was my playground.  In the backyard was an old rose of the palest baby pink.  It had ruffled semi-double petals and a perfume like no other.  I don't know what happened to that rose only that it has been gone for many years and I have scoured catalogs, the internet and yards for one of my own.  It was my unicorn until today!  A family friend had this rose in her front yard (which I pass every day going to work).  I could not tell from the road that it was anything but a pink rose.  Today we caught Ms. Eileen standing out in her yard and stopped to ask for a cutting.  I could have cried as I got closer and saw the golden stamens on those familiar pink ruffled open petals.  The final sensory shocker was as I took the first smell.  Funny how smells are an important part of our memories we form through life. I was just feeling sad and missing mom on Mother's Day.  It was like a consolation from God to find this rose.


  1. Jennifer, what a great story. I am intrigued - I wonder what rose it is?

  2. It's a gorgeous rose, I can only imagine how fragrant and familiar it smells.
    How kind of your lady neighbor, for giving you that cutting, now you can always enjoy it's beauty in your own garden.

  3. Yes... did Ms Eileen give information?

  4. How wonderful! The rose of my childhood is planted in the garden, I dug it up from my grandmothers house before it was sold. :-)--Randy

  5. Hi Jennifer! It was a pleasure meeting you yesterday. I so wish I had remembered to get a photo of you, Dave and I. Darn it! Anyhow, glad to have met you and extra glad you found the rose.

  6. jennifer, What a delightful story~gail

  7. I would love to romp in your yard again and catch lightning bugs....and cartwheel...and skate in the garage...and prank call~"do you have prince albert in a can" tee hee hee. ahhhhh....we didn't know how good we had it!lol glad you got your rose! was this the one by the back stairs?

  8. This is why I collect found roses! Despite their lack of name and pedigree, these roses mean something to someone, and they deserve to be preserved and shared. I am so glad you found this rose. How did your cuttings do?