On the left are two roses which once graced my garden, top is "Twice in a blue moon", below is
Both were very beautiful and had gorgeous perfume, most of the reason I chose them.
All my ;life I have loved roses and started growing them as soon as we moved here and had a (tiny) garden of our own.
Driven by my passion for the wonderful perfume I added more and more roses to my collection, At one time having 28 roses altogether.
Sadly, since John's death and my subsequent neglect of the garden there has been a gradual loss of one after another of my most precious plants.
Some obviously needed pruning feeding and in dry spells watering which they didn't get.
Only the toughest have survived, despite my neglect to remind me of my duty of care to helpless and beautiful living things.
Inevitably I feel both guilt and real sadness at the loss of some of my lovely old friends.
This year, as those who are regular reader's of this blog will know, I have found a gardener, and very good he is too. So there is hope that when the last of the weed jungle has been cleared, and some pruning and space-making has happened there may be the chance to plant some replacements for my lost treasures.
Each time he spends a couple of hours clearing some space I am mentally filling it with some new roses but it will actually be some time before this actually happens. In the meantime I have my remaining survivors to add colour and fragrance to my days.
Sorry about the strange format, my computer skills are not getting any better.
Half my photos seem to be hiding from me currently so have to make do with those prepared to show themselves.
That's quite enough drivel for now. Back soon/