Roses

I love roses! The one above is gorgeous though it has the inconvenient habit of insisting on flowering only well above head height.

This one is a great favourite. It was in the garden I grew up in and had probably been planted about 1939. It is a climber but not impossibly vigourous and flowers profusely. The flowers start pink and pale to white.  We brought rooted cuttings of it when we moved here, only to find a beautiful specimen already in situ! The only other place I have seen it is in a garden in Scotland. As all seem to have been planted about the same time I suspect it is a rose that would have been very popular but for the interruptions of the war.

And this too is a rose - a wild rose. Isn't it amazing to think that this is the sort of thing that has been developed into the roses we have today!