The Friendly Friday prompt is The Colour Pink. If you come here often, you’ll know I never need much of an excuse to bring out the roses. So here goes!
I don’t grow roses (or at least not many – my repeat flowering rambler Rosa ‘Phyllis Bide’ is flowering earlier than ever this year, to be rewarded with a bout of hailstones earlier today) but I do like to photograph and share them. Virtually, that is, across the miles.
Roses are generous plants and, like many flowers, they have the power to comfort. I’m not saying they’re equal to the times, because of course they are not, but they are a small gesture.
R. ‘Rosemoor’ is not your typical English Rose. It’s big and on the wild side, for all its prettiness – a rose with a natural style of beauty, we might say. I don’t think I’ve posted pictures of it before. My favourite bit is the characteristic buds. They are creamy green with smudges of pink, and open to double flowers that are neither large nor neat – more like floral powder puffs.
Boscobel is another old friend that I always enjoy seeing (and smelling).
I’m aware that not everyone likes double flowers so, for the purist, I’m offering an array from bud to bright young thing to faded beauty: a bouquet on a branch.
I’m leaving you with a rambling rose and a climber. Like most ramblers, R. Debutante’ is once flowering and it’s only lightly scented. Smaller than they appear here, the blooms are sweet doubles that swing on long, slender stems.
In contrast, mannerly climbing rose R. ‘St Swithun’ does repeat, has massive rosette shaped blooms and a classic myrrh fragrance that, mysteriously, some people can’t smell. I’m always amazed that such large rosettes can spring from such tiny buds, but I suppose we all have to start somewhere!
If you’re in the mood for a virtual rose garden check out some of my earlier pink rose galleries here and here.
Shared for Friendly Friday: The Colour Pink.
Susan Rushton 
I love the bouquet on a branch picture
I’m glad you liked it.
Your Double roses almost look like Camellias! Thanks for joining in on Friendly Friday
My pleasure. I rarely think of pink without thinking of roses.
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These are lovely – but I’m astonished you’ve had hail. Hope it’s over now.
It didn’t last too long, but it was surprisingly fierce. I wondered about running out and gathering up some little basil seedlings but decided against it, so they had to take their chance.
Oh dear My basil’s resenting the simple cold.
I have some seedlings left in the original pot on the window sill. They are doing better than the ones I tended and put outside.
I may have to bring mine in too.
Some great pictures to wet our appetite
Not long now!
Lovely!
Thank you!
All beautiful, but my favorites are the singles. Remind me of the ones that grow wild by the Maine coast. Their sweet scent combines with the salt air to produce a small like no other. And, small gestures mean a lot.
Thanks, Laurie. I’d love to smell the sea salt and the roses. I like the smell of sea air as much as any, except potatoes in their jackets with cheese. 🙂
Hard to beat the smell of potatoes with cheese. 😉
Pretty in pink. We have ballerina.
She’s very dependable.
Yes she is.
Of course I had to visit the older posts, and I feel as though the world has stopped for a few minutes. Thank you. It may be true that a rose is not equal to the time, but you are right that roses are comforting, and for me the buds even more so. There was a splendid assortment of buds in all three posts. Buds rule!
I imagine buds would make gentle rulers and know all about realising potential.
The singles get my vote – love that bouquet on a branch – the wild roses are always a joy to see.
I was unsure about adding that one in and as often it’s the one most commented on.
Usual excellent photographs, Susan.
Thanks, Derrick.