We recently visited the National Trust property Basildon Park and got to walk round Lady Iliffe’s beautiful rose garden.
We went on a Bank Holiday Monday that was a bit grey and wet (aren’t they always?!) but I have to admit it made the rose garden no less lovely. If anything the glistening droplets of water on the petals made them even prettier.
My mother had a rose garden when we lived in South Africa. My mum says there were over 20 varieties but I can’t truthfully say I recall. I only remember avoiding them (thorns!) and that once my mother and our live-in gardener had a disagreement and as revenge he snipped off every single rose on every single bush.
So now I’m contemplating. But how to choose? That’s the thing with roses, there are bloody millions of them. And where do I put it? Do I get a shrub, a climber or a rambler? Decisions, decisions…
We went to Dorset this past weekend to celebrate my mother in-law’s 70th birthday. As we arrived at the house you couldn’t help but notice the beautiful roses. She has Iceberg roses all over the front of their house. Two were growing up obelisks and another was growing up and around the front door. Funnily enough my mother also has a rambling Iceberg climbing up the front of their house.
After looking into some rose varieties I think I will opt for Iceberg or one of these. All are fairly pale in colour (I’m not keen on brights), aren’t particularly thorny and have good disease resistance. But I won’t be buying one until I’m sure I have solved the small issue of deciding where to plant it!