LOOKING AT ROSES.....
Yes, I'm sorry to say that my postings have not been as frequent as I’d have liked them to be recently. But I have to admit, what with work on the house still in progress and the glorious weather, I have succumbed to the call of my garden and I’m loving it.
The perfume that fills the air is quite heady right now, rose scents mingle with carnations, pinks and stocks, its simply delicious, if only it could be bottled, it would out sell the most expensive of perfumes I’m sure.
Of all the flowers, I do love my roses and I grow them for their beauty and their fragrance and not least, because they were my father’s favourite, it was through his interest in growing them, I first came to love them too. Today I have selected a few that are looking particularly good right now.
I’m also including a little verse written by Patricia Short that I came upon the other day which I think is quite fitting.
June and July, I’m sure everyone knows
Are the heady months of the English rose.
Stately standards and hybrid teas,
Albertine rambling beneath the trees,
The pure white of Iceberg and gay Masquerade,
And sweet smelling bowers the ramblers have made.
The delicate scent of Super Star,
Colour and perfume wherever you are.
Bronze coloured beauties like burnished metal,
A dewdrop balanced on every petal.
Soft hued Peace and Golden Showers,
Summer’s abundance of all her flowers.
But the one I think should be England’s pride
Grows in the hedgerow far and wide,
Rambling and scrambling as it grows,
The wild ‘unofficial’ English rose.
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