Roses

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturbed… ~Walt Whitman, American poet and father of free verse

 

Caring for roses

Is not for the faint of heart

True beauty, the result

 

26 thoughts on “Roses

    • These do love sunshine, Laurie. And some of them are on the south side of the house, giving them protection against bitter winter winds and snow.

    • Wouldn’t it be wonderful if the Internet came with a “scent” button??! Last year, they didn’t look anywhere near as spectacular — who knows what combination of temperature and so forth made them stunning this year?

  1. Debbie, it’s so ironic that you posted about roses today because over the weekend, as I was walking through the Jefferson Hospital grounds, I noticed these GORGEOUS pale pink roses that were growing everywhere. And the smell was exquisite!

    And you’re so right, caring for roses is not for the faint of heart, but oh, the result care is so worth it because they bring such BEAUTY.

    Thanks for sharing, my friend. Have a beautiful week! X

    • The scent of roses is very heady, isn’t it, Ron? And I’ll bet those pale pink ones were simply lovely!

      I was afraid when I pruned them way back last year (after rather dismal growth) that they weren’t going to flourish, but I was wrong. They look so much better than I’d expected! Of course, only the first three are mine; the others belong to a neighbor, who really BABIES them. (She doesn’t blog … or work, ha!!)

      Enjoy the week, my friend! xx

  2. Her roses used to drive my mother to distraction. Aphids, rust, mysterious droopings — she had them all. She didn’t have that many bushes, but the half-dozen she had kept her occupied. Occasionally, she was rewarded beyond her expectations, and I still remember those gorgeous blooms.

    • Oh, how I empathize, Linda. Some years, these have been mangled by Japanese beetles; other years, it’s a long, dry, hot spell. And, like you said, sometimes you do all the right things and they turn out wrong; other times, you do all the wrong things and they thrive anyway! But when they look this gorgeous, they make all the work worthwhile.

  3. How true, Debbie! I remember my Dad spending hours tending his roses, fending off all the things they’re vulnerable to. But it was always worth it! Are those ones in your own garden?

    • Daddy was the rose-tender here, too, especially after he retired. Somehow, I’ve “inherited” them and generally fail to do what he did to make them succeed. If I’d only listened when he was telling me! Only the first three are mine; the others belong to one of my neighbors, who spent countless hours getting them to look like this!

    • Ann, I hate to say it, but getting roses to produce feels like such a crapshoot to me! I have no idea why these bushes are so stunning this year. Last year, the Japanese beetles were eating them to death and spraying had little success. I’ve done nothing special this year, and this is the result. Maybe they just prefer being left alone?!?

  4. I love roses – other people’s roses because as you poetically suggest here, roses are difficult. I think of them as “divas.” 🙂 But whenever I see a rose I rush over to inhale its scent. Isn’t it fun to decide if the peach rose smells differently than the red one?

    • I suspect a “fragrance connoisseur” would have a better chance at differentiating between rose varieties! Nevertheless, you’re right — they are divas, commanding attention wherever they grow.

      • I know! I just made “diva” up as I was commenting to you but they are so beautiful, and hard to handle, so divas they are. And whatever color, they smell like heaven.

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