All those days I was writing about my journey to Hungary I was here in Ohio enjoying a beautiful season of roses……..And now, they are nearly all gone. I used to have many more roses, the old roses I love. And even with nearly a decade of neglect, I still have many. The yellow rose of Texas, Harrison’s yellow, had more flowers on it than I’ve ever seen before. And my beloved Rosa alba Jeanne D’Arc was full of fragrant white roses. Other pink roses whose names I have forgotten bloomed, and Maigold was warmly yellow in the front yard, beside a white Meidiland and a single red Rosa Moyesii Geranium. On the east side of the garden a species pink Chinese single rose and a Rosa glauca (which, like many plants, used to have another name when first we met, Rosa rubrifolia) with its gray- blue-leaves made my heart glad. And there are Rugosa roses here and there. So perhaps I have more left than I thought. And though I didn’t go out with my camera as I should have, I did snap a few pictures of my favorite mystery rose which last year leapt up into the branches of a crab apple tree and there still blooms for my delight. And a strange photo of a few roses (and weeds) close up and I think, honesty in the fore ground.
The sad thing about my lovely roses is that I only have “old” roses and species roses and they only bloom once, though delightfully, in June. I really think I must buy a potted rose or two for the deck, a hybrid tea or two, so I have some roses the rest of the summer. They are so wonderful.