I don't consider myself a romantic, nor a gardner, really. I'm not down with the dozen+, commercially-grown rose bouquets from Colombia that don't smell worth a damn, either. Oh, I sound so cranky! But it's true: I love rose gardens. I started maintaining one in Portland, OR, shortly before I left for a move to Florida (ok, not that one, but I do love to hang out there). I grew up around roses - and I think what enchanted me about them first is that they are each named for something or someone. Like I posted before, I'm a little nuts about names. I have some traditionals in my Portland garden: Peace, Mister Lincoln, and JFK. The others: Perfume Delight, Oregold, Harmony, Our Lady of Guadalupe, Cherry Parfait, Voluptuous!, and Gemini. The rose in the photo above is Voodoo, which is currently on my wishlist. I'm also a sucker for Hot Cocoa, which is this delicious chocolate and red blend that comes off real smoky. I've ordered a book on growing roses in the deep South, and taken note of two rose gardens in Orlando that are relatively close to my abode. Definitely field trips, though!
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