I think that for the next few weeks, I will be showing the evolving nature of my garden. I will try to keep the photography to small milestones to keep the interest and the excitement alive. I thought of this as I was pruning the big rosebush late this morning in between rain drops. Those two rosebushes which have to be about 6 feet in height and 5 feet across were planted about 10 years ago, they weren’t even what I would call a rose bush, they were the basic cane and look at them now. What I love most about them is their sweet smell. This picture is of one of the two bushes, its pinkish/purple rose blooms once and that’s it for the season.
The pictures of the rosebuds just shy of opening are the old-fashioned roses that I inherited with the house. I rescued them from getting smothered by a huge swath of bittersweet, that took a few days of a lot of digging, pruning and hauling all the debris away. I was so happy to have done them that service, because once their roots were able to breath,they started to produce and multiply and now I have to prune them quite aggressively along the stairway leading to the pool. I even got a baby rosebush pop up last year, right next to the diving board and this year it is producing its first blooms. I was so happy to see those little blooms and their scent is just like candy. When it finally stops raining I’m sure that the bumble bees will be busy cultivating the nectar.