A rose garden is a still, expectant place in England in late May. These shrub roses are lush, just budding out, pruned low. The young, bronze tinted foliage (characteristic of some varieties) gives the first hint of colour among the shades of green. The box and yew hedging is trimmed into shape: the bare bones of the garden are on show. For rosarians, this is an exciting time, not just because of the life emerging everywhere, every day, but in anticipation of the flowers (and visitors) that will soon change everything.
I took these pictures at my old stomping grounds, David Austin Roses, in the Midlands, when nobody else was around. There the earliest rose varieties start flowering in May, but the garden explodes with colour sometime around from mid-late June to early July, depending on the season. It’s fast approaching that time now…
You didn’t seriously expect me to leave without showing you a few flowers, did you? I don’t have exactly the same view, but this is pretty close. I take so few pictures of garden scenes, that I feel lucky to have found this one.
Posted for the weekly photo challenge: off season.