We have passed the mid point of our calendar year and the light tide is on the turn but it seems our true summer season is just beginning with some long awaited heat pinking up our cheeks. The freshness of spring has faded with the cow parsley but instead the hedgerows have been heaving with the fragrant creamy plates of Elderflower which seems particularly abundant this year. Roses too seem to have enjoyed the cool dry nights of May and June, lasting well, and joining the Elder in frothy carefree luxuriant bowers.
In fact I have been making rose notes with the intention of planting more this autumn, carefully jotting down which ones seem to be the most pungent, have the best form and colour and hold their blooms in the most inviting way. Of course I will lose these notes between now and October and instead be led astray by seductive catalogue descriptions and irresistibly romantic names and take pot luck, trying something new. Among first timers for me this year, I'm still not quite convinced with Madame Isaac Pereire, a bourbon rose with fruity perfume and muddled petals- it is the sugary mid pink colour which somehow doesn't fit. However I am loving the David Austin rose Munstead Wood which is dark, velvety, elegant and well scented. This will be going in a decent patch next to another first timer for me, Lord Penzance which has won me over with its wild peachy single blossoms and incredible apple scented foliage. Roses are addictive. I need to get digging to make more room.