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As one rose grower to another. :)
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Was checking out the details of Mme and discovered that she comes from a cross involving Chateau de Clos Vougeot. We have one of those at the old house that was planted quite a while ago. Very hard to find here – especially in bush form. I took a heap of cuttings one year and actually got one to strike (a rose breeder expressed surprise at my 1 strike in 11 cuttings…. They said I was lucky. ;p hehe) So now I have a spindly little Chateau in my garden. But she does have lovely flowers. :)
GOLLY. I think the second one here is my most favorite of all of these, but I did have to go back and forth on this one and the second one on the first rose post. They’re all so gorgeous. And and and, I love the sunshine in the first photo here, and the way you can *almost* see it shining through the petals.
I find it amazing you can ever not be in your garden. The whole thing is beautiful. I’d have to bring my laptop and write out there. (With something shading the screen against glare, of course. Urgh, laptop glare.)
Well, my desk has a window at my elbow–in another year or two at the rate she’s going Madame will be JOINING me at my desk. (The wall she’s on is my neighbour’s–my house, and my office, are to the left.) If you’re a gardener you don’t really dare do anything in your garden . . . because you will STOP doing it, and garden. Instead.
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Hee. Then I’m sure Madame will make nice company when she starts squeezing in through your window. Feeling down? Lean a little to the left and take a big sniff. Need inspiration? Lean a little to the left. (Or maybe she’ll be at your right. I just guess left, because that’s where my easily-look-out-able window is. The other one is the cat’s window, and it’s behind me anyway.)
It’s left! Quite, er, right! :)