It’s not just the roses that are blooming.
The abelias are fully out; not that a tangle of winter oak branches is the best backdrop to see them against.
Wan, with battle-scarred leaves, this four o’clock flower is still going.
It even has buds!
The nights are drawing in and the evenings and early mornings are distinctly chilly, but the roses carry on blooming.
Rather tattily in some cases, but not in this.
By August break I don’t mean a holiday, but the lean patch which the garden always undergoes at this time of year.
Perhaps I should say ‘green patch’, because after all the colours of May, June and July, the garden is now predominantly green (and would have been brown if we hadn’t watered it).
The roses are between bloomings. The lavender is over. The buddleia is nearly over. The hibiscus is still largely in bud.
In honour of a guest coming tomorrow, I wanted a vase of flowers on the table and this little nosegay more-or-less wiped us out.
We’re in between bloomings of the roses at the moment: first wave over, second wave still in bud.
It’s to this that I attribute the concentration of white-spotted rose beetles in the few, small, yellow and white roses that there are.
There’s no point trying to pick the beetles out and save the roses: I just cut the rose heads off and plunge them straight into water.
More beetles float out from deep inside the roses than one would think could fit in there.
But with such a massive beetle population, my efforts are still only a drop in the ocean.