I grew up with roses. My parents had little but what they did have they treasured. Dads garden was full of roses. Each week my dear Mother would pick a bunch, put them in the best vase and place them in just the right place.
They brightened up the dullest room.
Grannie and Great Grandma grew roses. In a cottage garden, they were allowed to spread this way and that.
Great Grandma would pick one every day for her lapel. As a small child I would follow her around the garden, puzzled by the time taken to select the perfect rose.
Now, I understand. We all have our preferences and this is one of mine. A new rose purchased last week. A David Austin rose 'Golden Celebrations'. It has been planted beneath a red climber. The scent is amazing.
But this is the rose I have always wished for. David Austin's 'Imogen'. It is pure white with a creamy centre, and has a subtle fragrance.
And just look at the petals, like a small child's frilly petticoat.
I have planted it about a metre from Golden Celebrations.
They look pretty together. I cannot wait to see them grow.
There are signs of Autumn in the garden. Some mornings it feel as though it is but a breath away and yet by afternoon it feels like Summer again.
Am I ready for Autumn, yes I think so. I am a lover of baggy jumpers, candlelight, soup, cosy evening with a log fire and most of all walking my dog through the woods as the leaves tumble before me. Autumn is my favourite season, it is reliable, soft, and nostalgic. Yes, I really am looking forward to it :)