Apart from their gorgeous scents and colours, the most dramatic thing about these beautiful roses in our front garden has been their recovery. Remember this? Well, after weeks and months of feeding with slow-release fertiliser, spraying with organic vegetable-based insecticide, mulching with Emily’s poo, obsessive picking off of aphids, careful light pruning of dead and diseased branches, clearing away fallen leaves, and hundreds of watering cans full of water, they have rewarded all efforts and cossetting with these gorgeous, fragrant flowers. I only wish this was smellovision so you too could experience the beautiful, subtle scents that are wafting round our front garden.
I am especially pleased with this young little floribunda rose, ‘Friends Forever’, which I planted in this gap back in the spring.
Unfortunately I do not know the names of our other roses, as they were already well established when we moved here. I’m not sure how easy it is to identify roses from pictures, but if anyone can identify any of these, I’d be so happy to hear from you.
The first one inside our front gate is this pretty subtle yellow rose with the faintest tinge of pink on the buds, the biggest rose shrub in the garden.
Next in is this dark red rose, still quite a sick plant, the sickest in fact, but flowering profusely just the same.
Then there is the white rose by the front door. This smells just beautiful.
The last rose has no pictures for it is still to flower, although it has healthy buds on it that look to be red. This shrub was held back by a large sucker rising up from the roots. I did not know it was a sucker until I happened upon the term while reading the gardening section of a newspaper. Suckers pop up from the roots onto which the variety of rose was grafted, and take much energy away from the main plant. I have now removed this by tearing it off underground close to the roots. Already the plant seems happier.
The most important thing I have learned from these roses is not to give up on a plant when all seems lost. Only a short while ago I doubted these roses would survive, yet here they, alive and flourishing and giving such pleasure. Hard graft amply rewarded (pun intended)!