The more Roses I collect the more I learn about them. I pick a bunch almost daily for my house. When I don't pick I have to dead-head and that is much more of a chore. One of the most profound and simplest joys in life is picking a bunch of perfumed roses. You have to move slowly and carefully lest you prick yourself. They are hard to arrange in a bowl. My roses are old species, not grown for their single blooms on long stems. Those roses tend to be beautiful to look at but have no scent. They fill the house with a sweet presence. The cat loves playing with the petals as they fall and occasionally captures a whole mouthful and runs off with them. I hope rose petals don't hurt her. I shall have to ask the vet.
Every year I acquire a few more Roses. My mother loved Roses. One of the last pictures taken of her is in the Butchardt Gardens in front of a sea of roses. She looks happy. I am dedicating my garden to her memory. She would have loved to sit in it and drink tea.
Roses climb by getting its stems all tangled up. Vines tend to put out tendrils to cling to supports with. Wisteria naturally twists around anything vertical placed next to it. Roses just need something for the first stems to drape themselves on then all subsequent shoots use the parent for support, with a little help from twine and trellises!!!
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