This afternoon I dead headed some roses then photographed them.
In the Rose Garden, Mum in a million is chaperoned by similarly hued self seeded foxgloves and gladioli that have found their way from the compost;
Summer Time, already tied up has sprung away from its tether and needed to be put back in its place;
Absolutely Fabulous is on the verge of living up to its name;
Festive Jewel is heavy with shining examples;
and For Your Eyes Only stretches far and wide. This last example is the only rose in the Rose Garden without a splendid fragrance.
In The Oval Bed Peach Abundance is a lavish cornucopia of delights;
Scarlet is represented by Altissimo at the corner of Elizabeth’s Bed,
and by Paul’s eponymous climber now dominating the wisteria arbour alongside clouds of blue solanum.
Spanning dead stumps along the back drive we have sweetly scented Emily Gray.
Compassion climbs alongside the Dead End Path;
nearby beside the patio an unnamed peach specimen sways in the breeze.
Whoops. I pressed post prematurely. I’ll tell you what we had for dinner tomorrow.