Have you ever seen one of these old-fashioned rose bushes? I call it a Rambling Rose, but I'm not exactly sure what type of rose it is. It blooms for a week or two near the first week of June and then it's all done until next June.
This is a picture of Gramma Hazel's bush (my late mother-in-law). It was her mother-in-law's rose before it became hers. I hope that my new daughter-in-law and I will soon have a nice, full bush like this one. Daughters from the Mother Rose, if you will. A nice family tradition, don't you think?
This year I asked Grampa Jim if I could dig a few chunks of root for my yard. He was glad to oblige me, so I took my camera, a spade, and gloves (it's terribly prickly) and went over with my daughter-in-law to dig a few pieces.
We had a little bit of sunshine yesterday and so I took the opportunity to photograph this Rambler at her best. There were even a few left-over raindrops kissing her petals. The fragrance of this rose is Out of This World. I have a bouquet in my bedroom and whenever I walk in, I'm walking in a bed of roses.
So lovely it is!
"I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck."