I beg your pardon! I did promise you a Rose Garden.
Along with the sunshine. But maybe just a little rain sometime.
So, I do beg your pardon but I did promise you a rose garden, during my post about my recent visit to Nymans. You must remember!
Here you have roses, plenty of. Especially for you, my dear reader, because you're worth it!
I think this is Constance Spry.
And this one's scent was so spicy, so heavenly.
Another is called James Galloway. But which?
The perfume of roses hit me as I walked through the arch into the rose garden.
We seemed to have just missed their best time.
There was much dead heading that needed doing.
I'll be honest, I was tempted to start the de-heading myself ...
but The Photographer stopped me; instead I carefully took shots away from the dead-heads.
I think I got away with it.
My garden roses look nothing like these blousy babes.
Are you good with roses? Do you have greenfingers?
A la perchoine.
