‘Tis the last rose of summer
by chuckofish
Behold the last rose of summer. (There are actually two others close by.) It got quite cold last week. Brave roses! I had to bring all my plants in from the “Florida Room” (see below). They are piled in and on and around the dining room. The rubber plant has grown a LOT and will need to be re-potted. Yikes.
And the geraniums soldier on bravely.
‘Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone…
dual personalities 
Very pretty! You should see my pathetic yard — it’s totally overgrown and full of dead leaves — if you feel charitable you could call it a small urban version of the Secret Garden before the children rediscovered it. Otherwise, it looks like something you might see in Detroit. Maybe next year…
Indeed. I was thinking how funny it is–the things that spring to mind. Like “The last rose of summer” which is from a poem by the Irish Bard, Thomas Moore, who also wrote “Believe me, if all those endearing young charms” and “The Minstrel Boy”. I wonder where I remember that from? Probably some John Ford movie. The brain and the things that hide therein is indeed a mystery!
The dining room looks like a jungle.