Of all the roses I grow in my gardens, this is my favorite. That’s hard to be absolute about since whenever one of my rosebushes is looking outstanding and blooming her head off, I think she’s the one.
However this old rose, a grandiflora developed following the end of WWII, if kept “clean”, blooms beautifully and fragrantly all summer long. When I mention “clean”, I mean sprayed for all the fungal possibilities, watched for bugs but usually leave them be, deadheaded religiously, watered well and kept away from crowding from other neighbors that, in my garden, inevitably crowd anyway!
You love roses – so do I.
I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from the shaken bush.
Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white and soft to tread on.
They would fall as light as feathers, smelling sweet,
and it would be like sleeping and like walking all at once!
~ George Eliot
But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
To find the universal elements enough
to find the air and the water exhilarating
to be refreshed by a morning walk or an evening saunter
to be thrilled by the stars at night
to be elated over a bird’s nest or a wildflower in spring…
these are some of the rewards of the simple life.
Art, Photography and Text by L’Adelaide, ©CountryWomanPaints. All rights reserved.