Roses of Bridgetown

bridgetown, Roses

It’s nearly the end of my trip home and I’m glad I did my garden visiting before the temperature got to forty degrees.

I revisited one of the first specialty rose gardens I ever visited in Pinjarra. Unfortunately it was looking a little the worse for wear. Most of the first flush had passed so there aren’t many photos to share.

I travelled to Bridgetown to visit a very old friend (26 years!) who has ten acres, a veritable ark of animals and an emerging garden. She has a predilection for purple so her roses are mostly of that colour and many of the new lilac and lavender shades.

Blue for you. Photo by the author

Blue for you. Photo by the author

The Thank You rose. Photo by the author.

The Thank You rose. Photo by the author.

Blackberry Nip. Photo by the author.

Blackberry Nip. Photo by the author.

Blue Moon. Photo by the author.

Blue Moon. Photo by the author.

We also went to Forde House, right on the Blackwood River near the bridge. It has a lovely garden and its roses were quite lovely, by virtue of the milder climate in the Bridgetown area.

A bank of roses at Forde House, Bridgetown. Photo by the author.

A bank of roses at Forde House, Bridgetown. Photo by the author.

Forde House, Bridgetown.

Forde House, Bridgetown.

Unidentified rose at Forde House, Bridgetown. Photo by the author.

Unidentified rose at Forde House, Bridgetown. Photo by the author.

Happy travels. Back to reality tomorrow, but on the upside I will be reunited with the Iron Paw and my own roses.

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Roses of North Perth

north Perth, Roses

One of my most beloved friends lives, quite coincidentally, on the same street where my Dad grew up in North Perth.  It was wonderful to be able to see her  for the second time in a year, and I spent a delightful afternoon lunching and then walking, checking out the gardens, and revisiting Grandpa’s house.  Sadly it’s been a rental for many years and is looking rather the worse for wear.

My grandfather's house in North Perth.  Phot by the author.

My grandfather’s house in North Perth. Phot by the author.

I’m afraid L will tell me one day it’s been bowled over a ginormous monstrosity.  I have to confess that I don’t particularly remember the roses.  I remember the common red and yellow lantana, so I suspect that these are later plantings.  When I see my uncle this week, I’ll ask him.

The most interesting rose we saw was, unfortunately, the furtherest away so the photos aren’t as close as I would have liked without clambering over the front fence.  I’ve never seem a rose with three different blooms on the same bush.  One was plain dark red, one was red striped with yellow while the other was red striped with white.

Mystery red and white striped rose. Photo by the author.

Mystery red and white striped rose. Photo by the author.

Mystery red and yellow striped rose.  Photo by the author.

Mystery red and yellow striped rose. Photo by the author.

This rose, or more accurately, the red and yellow striped one, rings bells. I beleive it might be Abracadabra, which has a bit of a reputation for instability. It is a sport itself, and this bush shows it being in two minds. I may have to acquire one!

Lots of other lovely plants in bloom too, which would never survive Canberrans frosts. Especially enjoying the heavenly blue purple of the jacaranda, and the wide variety of hibiscus.

I haven’t been home for three years, so I was we’ll and truly over due for drinking in my first sight of the Swan River last night for the headland at Heathcote. So beautiful. So lucky to grow up where we did.