I am not really a gardener. I love a neat and tidy bit of greenery to admire and in the past, have even turned my hand to some moderately successful veggie growing but a green thumb I am not. So when I moved into my current pad several years ago, I did not really understand what I had and the delights that my new garden would provide.
I headed out for a little patio session today and was greeted by this…
I’m not a rose person but every year, I’m absolutely thrilled by this profusion of roses in my garden.
And they smell. Really smell. So while they are freshly open, I try to get up close and personal to have a sniff. These peach ones have a sweetish delicate perfume, nice enough but not entirely to my taste.
These yellow ones (yes I have two rose bushes), with their deeper muskier scent, are more my thing.
As I have a bit of a penchant for yellow flowers – they are so happy and really lift my spirits – these are the ones that win me over.
In any case, they are too beautiful to pick and it seems that they are happily proliferating in earnest on the bush. So that’s where they will stay and if the number of buds is anything to go by…
…I may have a few more weeks of smelling the roses ahead of me.
Lucky lucky me.