A Tale of Two Roses

Last-years-gloryWell, that’s very disappointing. My once magnificent rose that showered down from one end of the pergola has just keeled over and died in the last month. I shall wait until the autumn before I undertake the post-mortem, but digging around the roots may still not yield any answers to this total plant failure.

dead rose rosa Debutante
This is what I’ve got this year an unsightly muddle of the dead rose, rosa Debutante.
Rosa Debutante
This is what I should be getting in July, but not this year.

It is rather unsightly, but its structure is supporting a clematis so I won’t be able to cut it down until the end of the season.

Pergola-thin copy

However, on a brighter note, a couple of hardwood cuttings I took from another rose, rosa Souvenir du Docteur Jamain, are finally robust enough to start flowering. I had to leave the original plant in my garden when I moved back to East Anglia from Devon. I guess on this occasion you could say you win some you lose some.

rosa Souvenir du Docteur Jamain
Intense and fragrant the rich, very dark red rose, rosa Souvenir du Docteur Jamain.

Author: agnesashe

Artisan, blogger and passionate East Anglian working from home.

5 thoughts on “A Tale of Two Roses”

  1. You have a lovely garden! It was a weird winter, I heard many gardeners lost some of their plants including myself. I often grow few cuttings as gift or as spare one because you never know! You now at least have lots of nice rose varieties to pick from…

    1. Thank you. Yes, you are so right about growing cuttings, but I just didn’t expect to lose such a previously strong and healthy plant. Of course, we don’t get winters anything like as cold as your Canadian ones, but I suppose you never know when rose sickness might strike. I’m keeping my fingers crossed it’s not honey fungus!!

  2. What a shame! But there’s no telling why. I have a Peace rose that’s soldiered on for more than thirty years, while a lovely yellow climber next to it just turned up its toes for no reason.

    1. Yes, there does seem to be no rhyme or reason sometimes. But I do have to admit I’m rather pushing it with roses on my gravel-like soil!! – Usual triumph of hope over experience.

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