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: