Sometimes I like to walk around Loose Park in Kansas City and pretend like I just walked out my back door. And the park is my own private rose garden.
If it was, I could walk around as soon as I got out of bed. In my pajamas. Leaning over to close my eyes and breathe in the fragrance every few minutes.
I might pull a few stray weeds here and there if I noticed any.
I could wander inside and get the coffee going and then walk back outside with my clippers and a big flat basket. And I could make jumbled up arrangements of roses, carelessly arranged, yet always managing to look just right.
As it is, I am grateful to have the opportunity to wander through it on a regular basis. And when I do, I thank Ella Loose who gave the property to the city in honor of her husband AND the Kansas City Rose society who started their work way back in 1931.
Hooray for gardens and the people who make them! Thank you for taking us along.
Posted by: Vicki in Michigan | 06/29/2016 at 06:51 AM
You did such a fine job on your walk and the story to go with it, only wish it had been
longer. Roses deserve the attention they get, never fail to deliver, the colors, the fragrance, climbers, floribundas, on and on. Poems have been written over centuries to celebrate the beauty.
Posted by: Barbara Tarbox | 06/29/2016 at 09:23 AM
I was imagining along with you. Lovely gardens.
Posted by: Diana | 06/29/2016 at 11:30 AM
Wow! What a beautiful park.
Posted by: Chris Oliveira | 06/29/2016 at 01:28 PM