(almost) midsummer garden
This time of year it’s very hard not to go on and on doing nothing but posting photos. And more photos. And even more photos. And then some more photos after that. * Trust me, I have plenty of photos. **
Or at least posting photos till WordPress explodes. Unless, of course, I explode, because WordPress is having a night like the night it was having the other night. We hope not.
The jungle I call home.
This is the Baron Girod de l’Ain [sic: you don't believe me, look her up on the Peter Beales web site,
http://www.classicroses.co.uk/roses/b/baron_girod_de_lain.html
which is where I just checked her spelling]. Hybrid Perpetuals (which is what she is) and I historically don’t get along all that well but she’s such a mad colour–don’t touch that dial, she really is a strangely jagged crimson with white edges–she went on the short list of Roses I Will Have Time to Fuss and Obsess Over Because It’s a Very Small Garden. Even at that I couldn’t find a good place for her–see: All the Plumbing in Hampshire Runs Under My Very Small Garden–so she’s in a very large pot. She’s one of the first I planted, so four and a half years ago, and while she still crashes downhill at the end of the summer, she’s a lot healthier in a pot than she ever was in the ground at the old house. Go figure.
Souvenir de la Malmaison. Again. What can I say.
And Queenie [Konigin von Danemark] again.
And Mme Isaac [Pereire] and Fantin Latour (again).
You don’t want to go out there, do you? You’ll be lost forever.
And you wouldn’t want to miss the pupdate.
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* If I posted enough photos I would eventually not feel obliged to post only photos of roses. Well, I think.
** Including things that aren’t roses! No, really!
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