This week’s #romancingthehome challenge is simply “roses”. I really thought that this would be easy for me. But it wasn’t. Maybe because things have been hectic and I didn’t plan properly. Maybe because the only roses I could find were starting to brown and, to top that, were really expensive. Or maybe, just maybe, its because roses mean so much to me on a very personal level.
I think that, deep down, I was worried that I wouldn’t do this topic justice.
You see, roses have just been in my life in why way or another while growing up. Both my grandmothers had a love for flowers and gardening.
A trip down memory lane…
I can remember my maternal grandmother telling me about the first home that she moved into as a young bride. The only thing in the garden was a dead-looking bush. Without knowing whether this was a weed or not (no Google in those days haha), she decided to care for it. I can just imagine the joy when spring rolled around and her dead-looking week started flowering! Turns out that the plant was an iceberg climbing rose. That was the start of my grandmother’s love for gardening.
I can remember spending weekends at my grandparents’ house. We spent hours playing in the garden, my grandfather pottering in his vegetable garden while my grandmother would tend to her babies. When the flowers were ready, she would pick some and create beautiful arrangements or make pressed flowers from them. On Sunday mornings, after church and before my parents would pick my brother and I up, my grandmother and I would wonder through the garden for me to decide which flowers I wanted to cut to take home for my mom.
My paternal grandmother lived across the road from the most beautiful public garden. When I went to stay with her, we would take bread, cross the road and go and wonder through the gardens and feed the ducks. The gardens had all these paths and bridges for you to explore: we would meet friends, see brides & grooms having their photos while flower girls and page boys ran amok, and my grandmother and I would just chat and enjoy each other’s company.
She also loved going to nurseries. I have vivid memories of my mom taking us to as many as 3 or 4 at a time! There was one department that she always made certain to stop: the roses! Oh, how she loved them. She would encourage me to take a sniff and take in the scent. She taught me which ones were heavily scented (Double Delight is still my absolute favourite, as it was hers) and which didn’t.
When the time came that she couldn’t live on her own anymore, she moved in with us. With that, she got the opportunity to create her very own rose garden; she had the opportunity to grow all those beautiful flowers in her own little space. My dad cleared out a garden space for her and my mom continued to take us shopping. She soon filled the garden: Double delight, candy stripe, black madonna…. those are the 3 names that I can remember, but there were dozens more of all shades, shapes and sizes.
I have now digressed so far, so let me try and get back on topic. We were sitting at lunch earlier and I told Hubs that I still had to write a blog post on roses and I had no idea where to start. He just looked at me and said, well, why don’t we go down to the Durbanville Rose Garden? He is so clever and I just love how supportive he is! When we were done with lunch, we piled the kids into the car and off we went to one of the most beautiful rose gardens I have ever seen!
Back to the present: Durbanville Rose Garden
The rose garden is located on Durban Road, just next to Fairmont High School. It is on a rolling green hill with countless beds filled with the most beautiful roses. The view over the town and the mountains from there isn’t bad either.
Here are the pertinent details:
- It’s open from 07:00 to 18:00 daily and entrance is free.
- There is a tea room that is open on Sundays, for anyone who feels like a spot of tea while flower gazing.
- We were there on a Saturday afternoon; we counted 4 wedding cars in the parking lot when we got there. It is, quite obviously, a very popular place for wedding photos to be taken.
- They also have a fenced off play area with jungle gym for the kids if they get bored and try to start pulling petals off the flowers or some such. You know, something that I would expect my son to try!
I used the opportunity this afternoon to capture some photos of the most beautiful flowers and views but, more importantly, took the opportunity to grab some shots of my kids (even though they really didn’t feel like it). I really love how they turned out! Even the wall in the parking lot was stunning – just look at that brick!
This afternoon also reminded me that it’s important to take time out to stop and smell the roses. Spend time with family. Take those photos. Embrace the time together. Do everything in your power to cement those memories. Pass down your loves and hobbies to the kids and grandkids that share those interests. We live such fast paced and hectic lives, we need to slow down, switch off and stop and smell the roses!
Right, I think that I am finished rambling. If you made it this far through this personal, non-decor, non-diy post, I applaud you and I thank you. Should you feel moved to, leave me a comment below or pop me a message on Instagram – I’m always here to chat 🙂
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