Roses, roses, roses

Don't you just love roses? There are so many different types.

Some are dainty and refined and 

others are blousey and right in your face. 

I don't even pretend to know the names of these roses, 

they are just some from around my property 

I thought you might like to see.

Some are fragrant, most are not.

These two I can see when I'm standing at the kitchen sink.

Hanging over the fence from the neighbour's section, 

the top one looks like red velvet, in reality slightly darker

 than the photo, but not much scent.

This is another one hanging over the fence, I don't mind at all.

It is a little bedraggled and windblown but still pretty.

One my daughter gave me when she moved houses.

She only has a tiny garden and didn't want 

to leave her roses behind. Again no scent.

She gave my little mother a couple too.

Now this one I do know the name of, it's called 'Rock n Roll'.

The photo doesn't do it justice, it's very flirty.

Another one from my daughter. So pretty.

As is this beautiful yellow one, just gorgeous.

This is the same as one she gave her Gran.

Very true to colour. Isn't it brilliant?

And this one is very special although a bit windblown as well.

It is a cutting from my grandmother's bush. 

Mum also took a cutting. When let to grow it is rampant 

and we have had to keep it cut hard back 

so it doesn't take over the back section.

A white rambling rose, it is called Mrs something or other.

Maybe Mrs Simpson, the time frame is right. 

Once upon a time I knew.

I hope you enjoyed my roses as much as I do.

I'm sorry I can't tell you anything much about them.

I'm not much of a gardener but I like gardens. 

My daughter and her daughter are gardeners - 

that gene seems to have bypassed me and my little mother.

joining Stephanie at:

roses of inspiration

and Amy at :

Five on Friday

Have a great week, 
it's 30C here and we are melting.
Ice cream time I think.
Diana