Remember that old Eurythmics tune?
If you haven't heard that one in awhile, there's a nifty acoustic performance of it from two years ago. (Just hang in there past the interview-en-francais. Even better, use it as an excuse to practice!)
We've just had another stormy afternoon here, enough to wash the pollen out of the air (and off our cars) and water the garden, so it's all good. I hope everyone got away without tornado damage.
The roses are already blooming! One of the fun and interesting things about old roses (and maybe any roses) is that you never know which ones are going to bloom first. So I am always excited to see which ones bloom, in what order, a kind of (yes, it's dorky) rose-blooming contest.
Now that I have a blog, I can announce publicly the results of my contest!
This year's First Bloom Winner (April 9) is 'Safrano,' a Tea Rose bred in 1839. Ours went from being a rather puny bush last year to a large, robust one, about 4 feet high but spreading quite far in every direction. One of the striking features of this plant, besides its beautiful blooms, is the very red-plum early foliage, visible in the lower left of the photo. This is a rose to enjoy for a day, because the delicate blossoms only last that long (the perfect excuse to cut them and enjoy them indoors!)
The Second Bloom Winner (April 10) is 'Georgetown Tea,' heritage unknown, found in Georgetown, Texas. We planted this one two years ago and it has become a cheerful, upright plant with lots of buds. The flowers are interesting - darker pink on the edges and a kind of peachy-cream-pink in the middle, with darker pink again at the very center.
The Third Bloom Winner (April 11) is 'Mrs. Bosanquet,' a Bourbon rose introduced in 1832. Have you ever smelled a Bourbon rose? Think of an old New Orleans garden -- one of those hidden courtyards you might stumble into by accident -- and imagine some of these roses growing in the center around a wrought-iron birdbath. The scent is heavy and sweet with an edge of clove and some sharpness almost like magnolia.
Bonsoir, mes amis.