The Last Rose of Summer


Needlework by
Barbara Mattio

There is a bittersweet energy about October. I gaze out at my garden and a smile comes to my face. The roses continue to bloom despite cooler evenings. We are almost at the time to say goodbye to their gentle fragrances and delicate petals. A farewell to their beauty. Cool temperatures day and night will eventually take each last bloom and end its beauty. We are not bereft though as Autumn brings a brilliance of color as a consolation prize. So far, we have begun to see the green turning to vibrant colors of red, gold, orange and yellow.

It is the last gift of the cycle of life. The last brilliant colors before Mother Earth goes to her hibernation and the world turns white, gray and brown. It is a blessing to know that as the cycle spins it never stops and we will have a fresh, vibrant and exciting Spring. I love the anticipation of the renewal of the earth, with the springing up of the early spring bulbs soon to be a riot of color and a sudden rush of sweet fragrance.

For now, there is the bittersweet of the last of the flowers and the last of my beloved roses until the spring. Since this is the cycle of life, the promise that after a rest the world will renew itself and we will once again frolic among the flowers and trees.

So we say goodbye to the bees working hard at gathering the pollen and the ladybugs and the iridescence of the dragonflies. A last wave of the wings of a butterfly and the song of the cicadas at night. They will return in the spring and the cycle will begin again.

A Jewish Prayer

And G-d saw everything that was mad, and found it very good.

And The One said: This is a beautiful world that I have given you.

Take good care of it, do not ruin it.

It is said; Before the world was created, the Holy One kept

Creating worlds and destroying them.  Finally this one was created and was satisfied.

Adonai said to Adam; This is the last world I shall make. I place it in your hands; hold it in trust.

Autumn in Western North Carolina Photo by Barbara Mattio

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14 thoughts on “The Last Rose of Summer

  1. It seems quite funny. Here you are saying ‘goodbye’ and we (in Australia) are saying ‘hello’ to the warmer months; as we progress through Spring, and into Summer… It is now ‘our turn’ to watch the growth of trees, and flowers. The bees, cicadas, butterflies and dragonflies are making their heart lifting entry…
    The seasons are certainly magical…

  2. I meant to compliment your needle work..!
    Wonderful…

  3. BJ Borer says:

    I like the poem or story you have here. When I look outside at my garden I feel sad. I wish the summer would go on. I hate to see all my flowers die. The mums look great, they soon will turn ugly and brown. I know it’s a cycle but, I still hate to see it come.

  4. Eneida says:

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  5. Karen Wan says:

    You’re right this is a bittersweet time of year. Thanks for the prayer you shared!

  6. Tasha says:

    The loveliness of the images embroidered by your words is exquisite. For me every season holds joy, and though I too like to store up the beauty of autumn, I also appreciate the admittedly stark beauty of the winter season. It is far more subtle, of course. Fall and spring are flamboyant in their blossoming of color. Summer and winter are more subtle. Yet all are beautiful and so I work to be flexible and not long for another beauty when presented with the current one. It’s not easy though, as you point out. Thanks for your sharing. Warm Wishes, Tasha

  7. This was nice. I like reading about the changing of seasons and seeing photos. I experienced all the seasons for one year that I lived in north Georgia, but I’m in south Floirda again where it’s green AND HOT all the time.

    • barbaramattio says:

      there are benefits to having no snow or cold. My joints are fond of it. The seasons are nice though. So this winter when you see on the weather channel that cleveland is having blizzards and bitter cold. Send me some warm thoughts. LOL

  8. ” To everything there is a season,and a time to every purpose under the heaven; A time to be born,and time to die; a time to plant,and a time to pluck up; Ecclesiates 3: 1-8 I am sure you are familiar with this passage. The seasons will change but I sincerely hope that your site never does. Respectfully Nancy

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