This really goes with my last post but WordPress’s graphics editor is so yucky that I can’t integrate it, it overwrites one of the other pictures. This, like the shots with the clematis, was taken of the arbor in front of my front door.
Seven Sisters is the latest of my once-blooming spring roses.
Once-blooming roses are often ignored in favor of the many ever blooming roses on the market. But when I visited gardens where they were properly used, I realized that they make up for their short season with their extravagance of blossoms.
This weekend, I’ve trimmed a few bushels of spent blossoms from roses that I’ve featured in earlier posts. And I have a few more bushels to go.
The fact that clematis Jackmanii blossoms at the same time as Seven Sisters rose was pure luck, although I can take some credit for combining the colors.
About a yellow climbing rose with pictures for a gardens friend. At least that’s my excuse for another post on roses. And I’m sticking to it!
I don’t remember this rose being classified as a climber when I purchased it. But I planted it near an arbor because Austin roses do tend to throw long canes. I ordered it because I’d just lost a cat to old age, a cat with burnt yellow/orange markings, Sweet Georgia Brown. Her color; her name.
The place that I planted her has gotten shadier every year so Georgia is trying to walk down the hill toward the sun and away from the trellis. I either need to coax her back up the hill or come up with another method of supporting her.
She’s been robust and colorful every year in my zone 5b garden
The gallery below starts with shots of the front walkway. The pink rose near the door is Gertrude Jekyll (yes, again) with a shot of City of York (white) and clematis Ramona on the walk light. More shots as it’s so pretty and it smells so good.
The gallery goes on with more flowers, the peonies that I thought I planted in front of the roses (oops), more Gertrude, golden-colored Austin rose Evelyn, rose Tropicana and two mountain laurels. No names for the peonies and white mountain laurel as I inherited them with the house, although I had to find the mountain laurel under overgrown forsythia. The red laurel is one that my neighbor planted on a strip between our houses that I think of as friendship alley.