This is easily the most photographed plant in my garden. With a generous supply of the most luscious, peachy-pink blooms in a classic, cabbage rose form, it is easy to understand why.
Perhaps one of the reasons that roses are such a favorite of mine is that they can take a fair degree of abuse, yet still produce so much beauty season after season. However, there are limits to what they will put up with!
What’s not to love about roses? Okay, other than the thorns. At our peak, the Old Man and I have had over 30 rose plants of various forms in our yard. We just ripped out a few, but it’s okay, we’re expecting four more to be delivered soon. We don’t have a problem (twitch twitch).