This spring we must have gotten the right weather at the right time, because everything bloomed wonderfully [if terrifyingly early]. Here are photos.
The big one trying to tear down the porch at left is Awakening. Bob said he saw a fireman driving by [without the siren on] whip his head around as he drove by. Is that a rose or WHAT?!!!
Reve D’Or looking down from arch next to the compost pile. This is such a great rose and has withstood much abuse. It’s so far from the house I didn’t supplemental water it at all as it was getting started, and it’s gotten so lovely.
Here it is, close up.
Scaling the garage wall with no encouragement from me. A wild grapevine got there first and provided a scaffold. Roses climb with their thorns, which usually point down toward the roots, except in one species I can’t recall just now.
Not the same rose. This is Buff Beauty, climbing up an elm tree.
The arch to the backyard from underneath [with Ghislaine de Feligonde and Jeanne LaJoie].
Here’s the view from outside the arch:
Another arch with roses:
It’s 1:00 am and I just had to look up photos of the roses I’m reading about in a book. My search for Reve d’Or brought me here…what lovely pictures, and what a beautiful garden you have. Oh!…if you’ve never read “Merry Hall”, by Beverley Nichols, you might check it out. It’s a funny and charming book about an Englishman’s love for gardening.
Thank you so much for the kind words! I’ve never read “Merry Hall,” but will be certain to seek it out.