Madame returns

     We've seen her here before - reclining on a velvet cushion, then dripping wet, and now here she is again, full blown at dusk. Yes, it's Mme Alfred Carriere, climbing up the garden stairs and almost coming into the house, so vigorous is she.
    I once went to a lecture given by Dan Pearson and I paid particular note when he mentioned he'd planted her in a client's garden in Italy, somewhere quite Ninfa-like (and there's a place I would truly love to visit). He said Madame C. thrives where he put her against a wall, tended with the lightest of prunings every now and again. Our Edinburgh climate hardly rivals that of Tuscany - or wherever it was - but facing almost due west and allowed to wander where she will (more or less), she seems happy here and delights us for months every year.

Comments

[Pom Pom]

She's like a ballet slipper. Heavenly!

[blackbird]

She is a beauty.

Here, in Seattle, it's been very hot for a couple of days and the roses have gone from spring buds to full blown summer roses in the heat. They perfume the air but I'm afraid that their flowering will be over too soon.

[Donna]

How very lovely. Here we have only buds, but they hold a promise of the beauty that is yet to come.