I’m sure it was just yesterday — but maybe the day before — that I looked out our bedroom window at the tubs of York Roses and there wasn’t a blossom to be seen. It’s been that kind of a Spring, all the way around.
But today I looked and there they were, almost bursting at their seams or whatever the equivalent of seams are for roses. AND, I was amazed to find that they are right on schedule. I looked back in my past blogs and saw that on June 16, 2012 I wrote:
This year the roses are finally back in full force. They are blossoming like crazy in their tubs, their distinctive red, white, and variegated blossoms brightening our gray June days. Three cheers and pip pip!
Apparently, my concern had been our losing battle with the Deer People. But then I had discovered “Liquid Fence” which smells REALLY bad (but fortunately only for a few minutes to humans and more like two weeks to the deer and rabbit folks) and allows roses and hydrangeas and camelias and geraniums to flourish.
This year my concern was just the lateness of things. As in will we have any roses to put up at the cemetery when Charlie and Marta come and we take Nyel’s ashes up to tuck him into his place for eternity. Traditionally — or at least for my mother and father — we took the Dorothy Perkins roses with us. But those buds are hardly visible right now.
We have a couple of weeks yet … and the peonies are still coming on! Wouldn’t they be perfect?!