Miss Mary

Ah, Roses

Peace Rose
Benjamin Brittan Climbing Rose

Beauty has a price, a very trying price.  The Rose is by far the most beautiful of nature’s cadre of flora.  Its coveted beauty entices gardeners overlooking the thorns as we prune, pamper and play with our charges in the garden.   The Rose could be considered the spoiled child of the garden.  How so?  Over wintering could be its demise and my bane.  It requires feeding, pruning, deadheading, careful mulching, watering and placement in the garden.

Thing is, we’d do anything for beauty.  That’s true in life.  When you meet someone and you are attracted to them – it’s the Rose drawing you in, winding the stem around your heart and piercing it with the thorns of desire capturing you.   Over the centuries it has captured the imagination of poets, kings, religions especially in the cathedral of Notre Dame.

Last year I decided to build a Rose garden.  I looked for lots of different types but the one thing I desired was to create a garden of beautiful fragrances.  Breeders over the years have bred out the fragrance of the Rose.  There’s nothing more captivating as the lingering scent of a rose.   I consistently look to local garden centers seeking out only those that still give off a beautiful scent.  One can always recall the scent of a rose.

There are so many classes of roses.  I have a few.  I have several Floribunda Meilland Rose bushes, several Tea Roses that are NOT doing well, and a climbing rose  that is not doing well.  BUT I will continue to create an elusive garden of loveliness.

My Reader’s Digest Illustrated Guide to Gardening has an entire chapter devoted to pruning, feeding, trellising, mulching and positioning this spoiled child.  But, we continue to admire the beauty of a garden rose.

Bonica Meilland Floribunda
Cicely Mary Barker Illustrator

Rose Fairy by Cicely Mary Barker

Best and dearest flower that grows,
Perfect both to see and smell;
Words can never, never tell
Half the beauty of a Rose-
Buds that open to disclose
Fold on fold of purest white,
Lovely pink, or red that glows
Deep, sweet-scented. What delight
To be Fairy of the Rose!

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