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offcntrWe've blown past iris season and right into roses. Here are a few from last Friday, taken whilst mowing knee-high grass in the back yard.
These are two we bought from an heirloom rose outfit in St. Paul, Oregon, and grew in buckets for years at our old place. Put them in the ground when we bought the house, and they're thriving.
This long stem Peace rose came with the house. It's currently something over ten feet high.
We have several of these guys on the left, a leggy small double that also came with the house. Described them to my potter/greenhouse owner friend Linda, who said, Oh, root stock roses. Apparently, this is what happens when fancy grafted roses die back to the roots. Hey, they're hardy and pretty. The Rugosa on the right won't do that. It's on its own root stock. And smells wonderful.
...and this one's not a rose at all. It's a cistus--Rock Rose--we bought from Linda when we got the house. It quickly grew to a sprawling mound of pink flowers over the first few years, then died back almost entirely during a prolonged cold snap. The only exception was one branch that had flopped over on the ground and developed its own roots. I levered out the old stump, transplanted the survivor, and in two years it had completely taken over again.
These are two we bought from an heirloom rose outfit in St. Paul, Oregon, and grew in buckets for years at our old place. Put them in the ground when we bought the house, and they're thriving.
This long stem Peace rose came with the house. It's currently something over ten feet high.
We have several of these guys on the left, a leggy small double that also came with the house. Described them to my potter/greenhouse owner friend Linda, who said, Oh, root stock roses. Apparently, this is what happens when fancy grafted roses die back to the roots. Hey, they're hardy and pretty. The Rugosa on the right won't do that. It's on its own root stock. And smells wonderful.
...and this one's not a rose at all. It's a cistus--Rock Rose--we bought from Linda when we got the house. It quickly grew to a sprawling mound of pink flowers over the first few years, then died back almost entirely during a prolonged cold snap. The only exception was one branch that had flopped over on the ground and developed its own roots. I levered out the old stump, transplanted the survivor, and in two years it had completely taken over again.
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