I always think a rose out of season is worth double of those when they’re in (when we’re spoilt for choice). At this time of year, flowers are a bit thin on the ground and therefore each bloom is a treasure. So these fragile beauties are a treat indeed.
Just don’t ask me what they’re called! Although I’ve reached for the books in which I’ve made copious notes over the years, I can’t confirm her name (I seem to be suffering a total mental block, oh dear)! I thought she was an alba rose, either ‘Celeste’ or ‘Great Maiden’s Blush’…..but I can’t find her label (so you can imagine I will feel tormented until I remember!). Which brings me to the winter ‘jobs list’…..sorting 26 years worth of plant labels has been on that list for a very long time – do you think I will achieve it this year? I would dearly love to think so….