the Roses come into their own. As I hung out the washing
this lovely 'Black Boy', oh dear, such a politically incorrect
name, assailed my senses with its rich delightful scent.
I could not resist taking a few minutes to catch a
The main rose garden was awash with shades of
pink, here is 'Just Joey' with a touch of apricot.
'Michelle Meilland', never backward in coming
forward, is awash with blooms of palest pink
while 'Bewitched' is just that, bewitching.
Here I give you the soul of the roses, gentle and