Look what the rain brought me,
masses of roses in my overgrown back garden
'La Sevilleana' front left
flanked by Mt.Shasta, a wonderful long stemmed
big bloomed rose, perfect for cutting
and a strong, hardy, tall grower
left, a beautiful pale pink rose
I have had for over 40 years
a gift from 'Pappy' Kemp
a wonderful Nursery man.
The year he was dying, Pappy gave me a number of bare-rooted
roses.We were newly moved into our 3 acre garden and I had no
place to plant them yet. Pappy just said " pop 'em in anywhere
gorgeous, if they grow,enjoy 'em if they don't,
don't worry about it"!
Our garden is on a mountain ridge, so any good soil I managed
to make, washed down into the fertile valley.
Well, two of those roses have survived. This pale pink one
I shifted to my farm garden and always fondly remember
old Pappy he was like a father to me in that last year
and I was a replacement for his daughter who lived far away
and whom he deeply missed , , ,
You may by now have notice that I love roses.
All mine have been selected by 'nose'.
In fact, most of the plants, except for vegetables,
were selected for their scent.
Don't get me wrong, where plants are concerned,
I have very catholic tastes,
I love them all.
Beautiful when dry and beautiful when wet and pink spotted
from the Antarctic blast we are having.