A fine, sumptuous country cottage in the English taste overgrown with fragrant flowers, with flower beds going round the house; the porch, wreathed in climbers, was surrounded with beds of roses
This is the regular maintenance of lawns and nursing beds of roses
Christmas Eve with an empty purse Alone with the kids for better or worse With a runaway, dead or locked up mate In a state of despair in a prosperous state To those who look down their noses Casting stones from beds of roses
For Christ's sake, spare a Christian thought For kids who's Christmas can't be bought Forced to provide in some other way A streetwalker by night a loving mother by day That single parent Christmas shopping Has reached the point where's she not stopping It's sell, steal, beg or borrow Stockings up or no tomorrows 3am excited screams From mouths of babes "Santa's been" With dolls and bikes computer games A loving mother, or, a woman of shame?
To each side are square flower beds of roses
,both deep red and peachy yellow,and in each corner more rustic poles of Dorothy Perkins, this time fighting for position with purple Clematis jackmannii.
The exquisite photography of Richard Felber captures both individual roses and the bounty of a garden overflowing with ramblers, climbers and beds of roses
with equal attention.
Her flowing hair, " says the knight, " is of gold, her forehead the Elysian fields, her eyebrows two celestial arches, her eyes a pair of glorious suns, her cheeks two beds of roses
, her lips two coral portals that guard her teeth of Oriental pearl, her neck is alabaster, her hands are polished ivory, and her bosom whiter than the new - fallen snow.