When every June comes around do we always find ourselves thinking that our roses have never been as fine as they are now? Perhaps, although because most of my roses are relatively new I know that some of them genuinely ARE the finest they have ever been. The Rambling Rector, above, is not a new rose however, being one of the few things growing in the garden when we arrived 20 years ago, but it has certainly benefitted from disciplined pruning over the last few years. After removing the accumulated bird’s nest of deadwood, I now take out all the flowering stems within a few weeks of flowering finishing – and every June proves that this regime is a success.
The rose arbour harbouring the rector was extended two years ago to provide an arch for two climbing Crown Princess Margareta, one princess climbing a little quicker than the other:
Looking out from the kitchen windows I can see both these roses, but also petite Sweet Dreams…
… and Harlow Carr, excelling itself this year in this galvanised tank:
Beyond Harlow Carr you can just see Rural England, which is romping as it has never romped before, including into the apple trees above it
On the pergola to the right of Rural England are half a dozen Danse de Feu, setting the pergola alight as they have done for sixteen (good grief!) years:
All of these glories from the kitchen window, and then from the adjacent back sitting room where the shrub border is clearly visible with Munstead Wood (sitting happily next to Nandina ‘Obsessed’ )…
… The Pilgrim at the end of his pilgrimage…
… and The Poet’s Wife waxing lyrical:
Further down the garden, on the gallery fence Gertrude Jekyll is flowering for the first time and looking every bit as gorgeous as other bloggers suggest she is:
The rose garden itself has been filled with hundreds of blooms, Zéphirin Drouhin and Guinee joined not only by Alfred Carrière on the bus shelter next to it but also now by Blush Noisette on the surrounding fences:
Sadly, many of the first flush of blooms on Madame AC are over as it was a mass of blooms barely a week ago but like its neighbours there are still many many more buds in evidence, whilst deadheading has removed the spent ones (spent blooms accessible from ground level only on the Madame). I tend not to bother deadheading the smaller flowers on Snow Goose, nicely filling out on the wall of the blue & white border and happily intertwining with Trachelospermum asiaticum:
In this rose roundup I now realise I have missed photographing Parkdirektor Riggers against the bold borders wall and rambler Rose-Marie Viaud at the back of the shed, although the latter is not yet in bloom and the former is not yet at its zenith, but perhaps enough is enough?* It is certainly impossible to get away from the effect of roses at the moment, with their lingering fragrance evident throughout the garden – but who am I to complain, even with the secateurs in hand trying to keep up with the deadheading?
* tough luck! As an earlier afterthought I did remember Pink Perpetué which revels in the long hours of sunshine it gets climbing up at the front of the house, sharing the framework with Clematis ‘Etoile Violette’: