It's the first bloom of the season on the rose in my northern garden (Abraham Darby) and a perfect specimen of David Austen's art, truly magnificent in size, shape, color and fragrance.Alas, I am not the only wight here with a passion for David Austen roses. Of the seven buds on my rose, only this one has persevered to bloom - the squirrels are absolutely mad about English roses and have been consuming the buds as soon as they appear.
My apologies for this late posting - Blogger would not permit me to write or post anything at all today, and while I would like to write more now, doing so today does not seem wise.
3 comments:
I do wish you could visit. Our village rose nursery is run by Kevin (who will talk for England in a lovely rural accent) but is knowledgeable and trained with David Austen! He has a small but unspectacular show garden - you would love sitting in the seat under the chestnut tree and foraying out to smell each one (your nose gets tired after a few!)
Your photo is great and so is the color. I can't believe how full the rose is.
Ah, the wisdom to know when to stop...wish they could bottle that and sell it.
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