Friday, November 21, 2014

Vintage - Nostalgia in the Garden ... AT MY ROSE GARDEN

Heat, humidity and limited rainfall can reduce even the hardiest roses to producing overblown blooms that fade rapidly.  

This is the state of our rose garden in the last stages of Spring; a Spring that has ushered in the season of storms in sub-tropical SE Queensland.  

And although a traditional florist might faint at the sight of our faded and torn tissue-paper blooms as they appear just now, I think they are delectable ... 



The warm pink of Duchesse de Brabant is offset by the faded loveliness of Mrs R M Finch ... and the perfume is delicious!


Amid the transient beauty of the rose blooms, our vintage garden pieces come to life.  They add a touch of whimsy and nostalgia to the garden as it sighs its way through the bright, hot days.



 A patient basket bearer awaits the fall of sun-crisp rose petals.




 An angel’s wing, caught on a rustic trellis while a climbing rose catches its breath between blossoms.




 A spent rose, beautiful in its simplicity, echoes a rustic mirror.  




And throughout it all, Devoniensis continues to shower us with soft as silk, sun faded blossoms. 





Nostalgia at it's best  ...





Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Heirloom Roses - An early morning walk ... AT MY ROSE GARDEN

A cup of tea in hand (rosehip of course), stepping half awake around the garden to see what the night has brought, is one of the daily pleasures of having a garden.  

In our typically dry Spring on the Sunshine Coast hinterland it has been unseasonably hot, so an early morning inspection is necessary to see how the roses are coping, and which ones may need a little extra attention.  

Yet even in the midst of this routine walk, there are gorgeous surprises waiting to be discovered in the morning light.  

Altissimo, Delbart-Chabert,France,1966 - Modern Climber 
For many years I longed to have room to grow the modern climber, Altissimo, with her brilliantly red, single roses and had wistfully designed a country garden for a friend featuring this rose.   Now that I finally have two Altissimo roses growing on either side of a large arch, I find myself sometimes taking their hardiness and on-going rose display for granted ... until this morning when the vibrancy of their brilliant, unfading red blooms took my breath away.


Mrs Reynolds Hole, Nabonnand, France, 1900 - Tea
Sending out long arms to tangle with Altissimo’s spiky branches, Mrs Reynolds Hole has very double, dark pink blooms that have a surprisingly strong, real rose fragrance, unusual for a Tea rose.  She is one of the later Tea roses, named for the wife of the famous English clergyman, Dean Samuel Reynolds Hole.   Many rose books suggest this rose be planted with the long branches pegged to form a large rosette.  I prefer to allow this rose to grow freely, forming  a  very large bush. 


Gloire de Ducher, Ducher, France, 1853 - Hybrid Perpetual
Further along in a separate bed, Gloire de Ducher grows on a rustic pillar.  I believe this gorgeous rose deserves to be grown more often in Australian gardens.  In less than ideal conditions with minimal water, Gloire de Ducher offers a stunning display of quilled and buttoned crimson/purple blooms.  Exquisitely perfumed, the Spring display of this tough rose is worthy of any garden. 



Wife of Bath, Austin, UK, 1969 - English Roses 
Another tough rose in our garden is the gorgeous Wife of Bath.  One of David Austin’s earlier English roses, she is almost always covered in full, clear pink blooms, spiked with a strong myrrh fragrance.  The most exquisitely fat pink buds surround each of the cupped blooms.  Because of the enduring nature of this rose through drought and flood, she has become a firm favourite.  



Buff Beauty, Bentall, UK, 1839 - Hybrid Musk
Next is the lovely Buff Beauty, a favourite Hybrid Musk covered in sweetly perfumed, full blooms of soft apricot.  Always in bloom throughout the warmer months, this is one of the oldest roses in our garden, with lichens covering the grey trunk.  A deceptively tough rose that also survives our dry Springs with vigour and beauty. 



Each morning is a little journey into the unknown, wondering what lovely alchemy has brewed overnight ...  a gentle way to ease into the new day.