You know I'm a cottage kinda girl
and that holds true of my roses as well...
I wish I had neat well manicured roses to share but alas...
I pop them in where ever the sun shines brightly...
and the empty spot in the ground is big enough to dig a hole in...
I wish I kept accurate records and could tell you what each of their proper names are...
but as I've said before they are simply named after people in my life...
This miniature white is Gloria Jean...it was given to my dear mother in law before her passing. It started out in a little 4 inch pot but now is at least two feet wide and three feet high. A non stop bloomer, just like she was...
This white floribunda is Esther...named after my mom who just fell in love with strong fragrance of it. I have searched for it at every nursery I go to but have yet to find one for her...
Take this gorgeous, profuse, yellow rose...this is Emily.
This miniature yellow is Elsa...
and this is sweet Laura...
This miniature red was a gift to my grandson Andrew in the hospital at his birth...
I have a beautiful pink tea rose named after my sister in law Shelly...
A hot orange rose named after my daughter Jessica...
And this stubborn yellow is Annie...
Call them what you want...
Plant them where you will...
I just can't get enough of them...
How about you?
Blessings,
Patty
Today I've linked up to Tootsie Time for Fertilizer Friday...
Dipity Road Friday Finding Beauty...
