Saturday, July 21, 2007

Roses



With all of the rain we have had this year, I have not had as many roses as I usually do, so the few that have escaped the beating of the rain...I have appreciated all the more. I love antique roses the best, but I was given an unnamed double colored rose bush by a friend when we moved out to the farm, and it has become one of my favorites.
The pale pink rose is called la Maision. My next purchase will be 2 Eden climbing roses for an arbor gate we are going to put up as an entrance to the lambs pen..but that is another project for another day!

4 comments:

Michele said...

Gorgeous roses! I have never attempted to grow them but am always envious of those who can.

Southern Heart said...

Those roses are beautiful! We had a little rose garden which did well until I again began working so many hours. My son wants to redo them soon...your photos are wonderful inspiration!

Justabeachkat said...

Beautiful photos. I too love roses, but only those still on the vine and in the yard. I personally don't care for roses in arrangements. They just look too stiff to me. My favorite rose in our yard now is my "knockout" roses. I love them since they're more casual looking.

Hugs!
Kat

LivingTheLife said...

Wow! I love your roses...I love it when I see folks who can really grow a great rose. My mother always grew them in our backyard when we lived in the city. And when I was in grade school...young...and trying to "impress" my teachers...I remember clipping a rose,wrapping it in a wet paper towel along with yards of saran wrap (you know to keep the water from leaking out of the paper towel) then walking the 9 miles one way...uphill...rain, sleet, hail or snow... w/holes in my shoes to school...with rose clutched in hand to give my teacher... lol...just seeing if you're paying attention(actually just a couple of blocks)...yea...apples...just didn't have the same appeal to me when I was young...bless my teachers hearts...they seemed genuinely pleased with my offering...however, I always seemed to cut the stem too close to the rose...so she would have a hard time keeping it in a vase (you would think I would have learned..hmmm)...I guess it was the thought that counted...thanks for jogging me down memory lane...