The roses are all blooming now, and the garden is full of color. My red Blaze climbers, which I planted in the early 1990s from the Michigan Bulb Company, are still going strong.
They cover the arbor and climb up the chimney. They’re the same variety my mother grew when I was a kid. She planted hers along a split rail fence in front of our house.
I also have some wild roses that volunteer in surprising places—sometimes right where I want them, and sometimes not. I’m not sure where they came from, but they keep coming back every year. They bloom earlier in June, so by now they are all gone by.
The pollinators are loving all the red blossoms right now!
And then there are the pink and red fairy roses, small and low-growing, filling in the edges of the beds.
This red bush rose I can’t identify by name. My daughter gave it to me for Mother’s Day a few years ago. It’s been a steady bloomer ever since.
It’s been a good week for roses!
