I wonder if Mr P will ever retire. When he comes home after a long day, I prepare supper, and if the weather allows we sit on the patio and chat about our day. Although my husband does not garden, he loves scent.....the perfume of roses, honeysuckle and lavender. I have the most beautiful honeysuckle that now climbs the arches near the patio area.....a self sown and a very welcome dinner guest :)
This year I decided not to plant annuals in the half barrels which edge the patio. Instead roses, under planted with lavender.
I wanted pale lemon roses and a variety that had a long flowering season. I chose floribunda Authur Bell. I am not disappointed, she is so delicate and the perfume is quite lovely
Alongside her is Lavender Ice Blue, not in bloom yet but I am pretty sure the deep blue flowers will compliment the pale lemon of Authur Bell. We all hold a place in our hearts that can be reached by a sight, a sound, a smell. Indeed roses take me back to a garden in Essex, watching my Great Grandmother cutting a rose and pinning it to her black velvet jacket. Apparently she did this every day during the growing season until at the grand old age of 93 she passed away......the memory stays with me, for it is one that is so charming, I do not want to let it go..............