This beautiful climbing rose is still going mental all up and down the lanes of North Carlton.
I’m unsure what the variety is called but it is so prolific this year it is almost a weed. One plant is having a good go at strangling a neighbour’s fig tree at the moment!
The rest of the roses in the neighbourhood are also going gangbusters this spring, making every dog walk very enjoyable. I watch the buds grow, open and fade over the week.
I planted four bare root roses at the start of spring (a mix of lovely old English heritage varieties) and I’ve nurtured them to lots of new shoots but they won’t flower for a year.
I can hardly wait to have my own, big, homegrown, open petaled roses for cakes! They are so much nicer than those nasty long stemmed, tight, hard-headed roses that seem to be 90% of what is commercially available these days and which are such an aggressive, harsh looking rose. Not at all what I associate with idea and meaning of a rose bloom.
In the meantime I’ll keep collecting wild roses and runaways.