I love roses. There are so many different colors and varieties and I love walking out my front door and smelling the sweet scent of rose petals. Love it. I’m not sure how I ended up with so many pink roses. Each one is special to me. Here are the roses I currently have in my gardens.
These three photos are of my Seven Sisters Rose Bushes lining the side of the garage. On a summer day 13 years ago, I rode with my Dad down a country back road to a spot where there used to be a house. His childhood home. Nothing remained but a weed filled field, a few trees and these rose bushes planted so long ago. We dug up just a few and I have grown them in my gardens ever since. They are horribly fickle and prone to just about every rose disease you can imagine. But when they do manage to bloom, they are breathtaking. The big puffy pink roses look like crumple tissue paper. The sweet perfumey scent takes you back to the old days. They are my favorite roses.
By my front steps there is a large shrub rosebush. I bought this bush from ebay more than 10 years ago, it came as a tiny little stick and I thought it would die, its sister bush did. This one however has survived being planted in a chicken yard and being moved. It is giant. I love the large 5 petaled blossoms that are a deep hot pink. It’s a prolific bloomer and will keep on going from frost in the spring to frost in the fall. In the winter, the large orange rose hips make the bare stems quite attractive to look at. The bumblebees love this huge bush almost as much as I do.
My adorable little pink fairy rose bush has been struggling along for almost as long as the shrub rose. I think I ordered this rose through a seed catalog? These miniature blooms are tiny, you have to get up close to see how delicate and beautiful they truly are. I love how some of the petals look like they’ve been painted and swirled with watercolors. I can almost imagine a tiny fairy popping her head out of the rose int hat second photo!
On a birthday long ago, my Dad gifted me a bargain rosebush. The package had no label but Dad told me that it was an orange tea rose. I planted it underneath my dining room window and waited for it to grow. Over the years that we lived at our old home, that rose grew and grew and grew. It was no orange tea rose that’s for sure! It was bright reddish pink climbing rose. The first photo is from 2005 when my rose was merrily climbing up and over the side of the house.
When we moved six years ago, I couldn’t bear to leave my rose behind. Dad had passed away and I wanted his “orange” rose with me! I’m glad I have a photo of the rose when it was most beautiful. These days, it’s just a small bush rose. I had to laugh at the second photo since Ginger seems to be doing her business in the background, lol! Thanks a lot Ginger!
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