At last I obtained a Rambling Rector Rose. Having seen this wondrous plant on my friend Lynn's blog spot, thesunnysideofthestrret.blogspot.com. I saw an offer from David Austen Roses and went for it. This was months ago and I had forgotten all about it.
It arrived on Saturday. The DP graciously went out and dug a large hole. I put the rose into a trug and it was soaked over night. Yesterday, in the pouring rain, the DP planted the rose. Fingers crossed.
Now we are into Winter. Bit wet.
Cait Sith (Garlic/Gaelic for Fairy Cat - got that wrong didn't we, ) pretending he doesn't look totally ridiculous in a small box. Anyone else remember a childrens'
book, My Cat Likes Boxes?
I have to go down to the shed/Summerhouse/drinking den/opera theatre a wee bit earlier these wintry days. The sun sets at 3.30p.m.
But still does it magnificently. My view from the shed.
More like a factory as I churn out the wet hens. I am so enjoying this though!
And there are even more on the go.
And, despite awful photo, a rose blooming in November.