With the start of a new month, it means spring is a little closer but it will be at least four, almost five months before the wild roses reappear in the field. But maybe the bud of spring has started except doesn’t seem like it since it is below zero again.
The Last Rose of Summer is a poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore in 1805 while at Jenkinstown Park in County Kilkenny, Ireland. Moore’s poem starts out ” ‘Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions, Are faded and gone;” and this the wild rose has long faded and is gone from sight.
Wild roses bloom from June through late summer. The petals come in varying shades of pink, with yellow stamens decorating the flower’s center. The rose has been around for about 35 million years and grows naturally throughout North America. The petals and rose hips are edible and have been used in medicines since ancient times.