Roses and signs of Autumn.

 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 :)