Several years ago now, Dad discovered that there was an old English rose named 'Gertrude Jekyll' :
Image: David Austin Roses
Ever since then I've been planted in the garden of the house I grew up in, tucked in alongside the greenhouse. Pretty much where I spent my time helping Dad pot up seedlings and re-arrange plant pots in size order [OK, I admit that this last activity was just something I liked to do! Still do actually.]
Apparently Gertrude is a very hardy, reliable, short climber.
And so is the rose.
So, here's the next batch of prints added to my '365' pattern collecting Flickr project - appropriately themed:
[If you'd like to see any of the above images greater detail you can click here.]
Finally, I got to add something a little roseate to a scrapbook page last week too:
Overall this week, when I take into consideration the combination of:
- acquiring a pair of rose-printed tights [such joy!];
- booking myself into a workshop taught by Dina Wakley [too exciting] and;
- receiving lots of positive feedback on my new regular 'quotes' and 'overheard' posts [much appreciated xx]
... life really is quite rosy right now.
[What? A pun too far? Too cheesy? Yeah, OK, OK. Just accept my apologies and we can both move on].
Oh, and just in case the title of this post has planted a tune in your head ... here's your chance to have a nice, loud and uplifting sing-a-long-a-Ethel-Merman.