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: