We have no less than seven rose bushes in our front yard, five of which we inherited with the apartment, one which I just grabbed at Home Depot while we were moving in, and another which I spotted in a rose catalog, and is now my favorite rose. Ever. Like, in the whole world.
For the most part, I just ignore them. I know, it's such a crime. I mean, I sincerely enjoy them, as I can see them outside our windows and front door, but I always forget to feed them. I'm better at remembering to spray some Immunox on them occasionally - as in, when they begin to look very ill every couple of months - and I do remember to cut them back every December. But it's one of the luxuries of living in Southern California: the darn things just grow.
|This yellow bush is insane - when it blooms it really blooms, sometimes two dozen blooms at a time.|
|I brought in this pink one today before I thought to photograph it. Smells lovely.|
|I'm doing something wrong in photographing this red bush. It's so vibrant that my lens just pulls in too much color, and I haven't figured out how to correct the problem yet. Advice?|
|I wasn't going to include this photo until I noticed the little guy at the bottom. Guess he liked looking at this rose, too?|
|Here it is - my favorite rose. It's an antique bourbon rose called Souvenir de la Malmaison. It's incredibly gorgeous, and smells every bit as amazing - light and sweet like honey. Perfect.|
Happy Monday, everyone!