To quote Gertrude Stein, things are what they are right now at Struan Farm. The roses are blooming profusely!
The gardener (ahem, that would be me) needs to get started dead heading or there will be fallen petals all over shortly.
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12/02/2016
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose
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Karen this is looking so beautiful, I can remember when you did the big tidy up all the digging and brick work. What a difference! You should put up a before and after picture so others can see all the work that has gone into this.
Posted by: Mandy | 12/02/2016 at 02:49 PM
Thanks Mandy! I'm not sure I saved any photos of what it looked like before, but I'll go look at some point....I grew all the pink, red, white and orange roses in the old swimming pool from cuttings.
Posted by: Karen | 12/02/2016 at 07:21 PM