A romantics garden.
I love roses. All roses. If it were not for the rabbits I would plant them everywhere.
I have a few and I tend to let them run wild. I love the atmosphere, that trees dripping in blooms, brings to a garden.
This beautiful red climbing rose seems to fit well with the Dogwood.
Wedding Day has reached the lofty heights of the wild plum and hawthorn tree. A marriage made in heaven me thinks :)
Even Rambling Rector is now on his way up an oak tree. Loving it.
Clematis seem more composed.
Although this one seems to like the old pear tree and has reached the top.
Some blooms are quieter, and don't need to prove themselves.
Paeonia Shirley Temple is my favourite plant at the moment. I just cannot pass her by, and will spend many moment just looking at her. Exquisite.
Even Rambling Rector is now on his way up an oak tree. Loving it.
Oh for goodness sake. What an extravagant rose that climbs to the top of trees and you have more than one doing that. I have never had luck with getting roses or clematis to grow up a tree. What is your secret? I Love LOve LOVE that look. I don't know if my soil is too poor, I plant them too close or far away. I just don't know. When I see something this spectacular I feel so frustrated. Your green fingers have struck again!
ReplyDeleteCan you believe I don't have a Paeonia in my garden? Your Miss Shirley is a doll. I bet she smells pretty too.
Lisa,
ReplyDeleteYou do make me smile on a regular basis.
There are no secrets.
The soil dictates to us. The three plants that grow well here are ferns, roses and hellebores. I have heavy clay soil, and each year I put a layer of manure over the borders etc. I am lucky to live in an area where there is a ample supply of free manure :)
We have so much in common with our gardening tastes. I also love the look of plants climbing tree and all those dripping blooms.
Please plant a Peonia. They are so beautiful and the scent is very lovely.
Its raining today.....drizzle really. I wonder where the sun has gone. I bet it is with you :)
You are right. Scorching heat. UGH... It might rain tomorrow or the next day. We need it. I will take it. :)
DeleteBeautiful Cheryl.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteI love the wildness and the way you let them grow up nearby trees. That clematis is very special, I think.
ReplyDeleteI wish I new the name of the clematis catmint. It was given to me by a friend many years ago, and for the life of me I cannot remember it.
DeleteI love a wild garden.
Wow, that rose climbing to the top of the tree is amazing! Besides your green thumb, I think you have the right conditions for roses. I don't have many at all, but the ones I do have are not looking good this year, even the easy-care Knockouts. I think it was a hard winter for them. Speaking of rabbits, I went to visit my Dad yesterday and was greeted by a Mama and three of her babies who showed no fear of me. No wonder Dad has chicken wire around every plant and container:)
ReplyDeleteOh dear Rose. Dad sounds as though he has the same problem as me.
DeleteI have many rabbit visitors at the moment and chicken wire is a must. Fortunately during the summer months it is well hidden by other plants.
Yes roses do well here purely because of the soil I believe.
I would love to grow Echinacea but have given up. My soil is way too heavy and they just do not like it.
Enjoy your week Rose.
Beautiful, I love the way you let your roses grow wild. But here the rabbits leave the roses in peace, I hope they continue to do so.....
ReplyDeleteI wish they would leave my roses alone Janneke.
DeleteI am happy that yours go untouched.
Enjoy your week.
Wonderful pictures and wonderful flowers. Have a happy day Cheryl
ReplyDeleteRoses are beautiful - your garden is looking beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed seeing your photographs Cheryl, thank you.
All the best Jan
I love roses too, especially climbing roses. Soooo glad I don't have rabbits! Another beautiful post.xxx
ReplyDeleteRambling rector- now there’s a name to conjure with. Roses climbing tall trees, is there anything more splendid? X
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