Just before the freeze last week, the roses had been rejuvenated by the cooler weather and were blooming like crazy. Now they won’t be back in their element until spring.
All of these types are easy, breezy. They pretty much perform without any help from me. I do deadhead a little, but it doesn’t seem to be necessary for re-blooming. The Earth-Kind is about 7 feet tall. Last year I trimmed it down so I could reach it easier and thinned it out some. But it’s back growing faster than I can keep up with it.
But they are a lovely bush rose and are covered with flowers in the spring and bloom off and on all summer.
This year the blossoms were the largest they have ever been. I forgot to get a picture on the bush, so here are some in a vase. You can see that there is one main stem with four smaller branches bearing the flowers.
I saved the best for last. Double Delight hybrid not only is beautiful, but has a strong wonderful smell. When I bring them inside, I just walk by them and my nose is delighted. And I don’t have a particularly strong sense of smell. Just wish I could waft you a little scent.
As I write this, I keep pondering why I like roses so much. As a child my mother would always pin a red rose on our dresses before we went to church on Mother’s Day. She told us a red rose meant your mother was still living and a white one meant she had died. Since we didn’t have any rose bushes, I’m not sure where she got those fresh roses. Maybe a neighbor provided them. That was long before people shopped at a florist, except for funerals.
Anyway, that isn’t the reason for my fondness for them. I can’t pinpoint one particular reason. I just plain like them. Throughout history, roses have been used to commemorate special events.
“Life is like a rose garden. Watch for the thorns and keep the pest dust handy.” Unknown