A couple of weekends ago I spent several sweet
hours at the annual Parnell Rose Festival, enjoying the kaleidoscopic floral
display and the ambrosial perfume, a variety of entertainments and an assortment
of stalls offering interesting retail therapy.
The festival is held at the Dove-Meyer Robinson
Park in Auckland ’s inner-city suburb of Parnell,
though most people know the park by its former name, the Parnell Rose
Gardens . The tree-studded
area is a combination of the estates of two early Auckland residents, one belonged to Sir John
Logan Campbell and the other, Birtley, was the property of Charles Henry Street . Now, the area is an
oasis of green for all Aucklanders to enjoy.
The roses are many-splendored things, as you can
see from the photos here. There are more than 5000 bushes, of both modern and
heritage varieties, growing in these gardens, and the scent as you walk around
the beds is simply divine. I’ve walked this way several times in recent weeks,
and this is a popular stop for city tour buses, so it’s not uncommon suddenly
to find yourself surrounded by foreign tourists.
The Parnell Rose Festival is held every November
– prime flowering time - and this year included talks by gardening experts and
rose-pruning demonstrations, performances by maypole dancers and traditional
dancers of several ethnic origins, an art exhibition, and various things to
keep the children amused, from bouncy castles and story-telling to wandering
fairies and pixies.
The blooming roses are not to be missed so mark
it in your diaries for 2014! Roses have been appreciated by some highly
eloquent writers over the centuries – here are some of their words to accompany
my photographs.
One of the
most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off
living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon
instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. Dale Carnegie
Sweet spring, full of
sweet days and roses. George Herbert
It was roses, roses, all
the way. Robert Browning
You are responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You
are responsible for your rose. Antoine de Saint-Exupery
But he who dares not
grasp the thorn / Should never crave the rose. Anne Brontë
We can
complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have
roses. Abraham Lincoln
Gather ye rosebuds while
ye may, / Old Time is still a-flying: / And this same flower that smiles to-day,
/
To-morrow will be dying. Robert
Herrick