Everything’s coming up roses

I was on the East Coast last week (more about that trip anon), and returned to find that our garden had made the leap to lush.  I can’t recall a springtime when my Zephirine Drouhin climbing rose has looked this gorgeous!

Zepherine Drouhin 2013

 

She’s a fragrant, thorn-free heirloom variety rose that we bought years ago at a wonderful nursery in St. Paul, Oregon called (appropriately) Heirloom Roses.  One of my favorite things to do in June is to go for a drive through the countryside to this lovely spot and wander their acres and acres of gardens.  And of course, we nearly always come home with a new “baby” to tuck somewhere on our property.

I love roses.

But only the ones that smell delicious, because really, what’s the point otherwise?  And that means I only plant “heirloom” or old-fashioned roses.  Zephirine is a beauty, isn’t she?

Zepherine closeup 2013

This picture almost makes her look fake, but she really is this bright lipstick pink color.  Too bad I can’t embed scents on my blog….

 

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon…

“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have
always been the two most beautiful words
in the English language.”

– Henry James

Henry definitely has a point.   This is especially true here in the Pacific Northwest, where summers are idyllic.  Sunny, no humidity, temperatures hovering in the 70s and 80s…

Okay, okay, I’ll stop rubbing it in.

These flowers are from my garden:  “Graham Thomas” roses (heavenly scent!) from rosebushes I planted over a dozen years ago (purchased from Heirloom Roses, my favorite rose nursery of all time and a spectacular day-trip destination); Lacecap hydrangea, whose blossoms remind me of butterflies; and fragrant Perovskia or Russian sage.  The perfect trio for a summery bouquet!