Promised you a Rose Garden

June means one thing: roses, roses and more roses. All that winter and spring rain went into making this luxurious rose garden. The distinctive fragrance of Rosa Ragusa fills the air in the summer evening’s warmth. And the best bit is they will keep going until late autumn when they will turn to bright red hips.

There are colours for every palate: muted yellows, soft pinks and whites; and deep crimson.

The house and garden room are in danger of being swamped by their vigorous growth.

Self-seeded erigerons (aster family) and sisyrinchiums (iris family) fill every space along the lower garden’s stone river and a few delicate poppies have popped up too.

Judging by the number of budding shrubs, the agapanthuses have survived the winter.

Come back next time to see their display, and to hear more of the sales of LOUISA’S LAMENT and progress with my next book – a story of corruption and sociopaths…