|Looking over a sea of Opening Night, 1998|
One of the wonderful things for me, living in the local area is that ability to see these roses in local climate reality. While many roses were still blooming, it is after the first flush here and I could witness roses who were downright ugly in the post bloom stage (Bonica, 1985), who had a tendency to terrible balling (Tournament of Roses, 1989) or whose habit was not for me. I could see those that stayed three feet and those who grew 10 feet tall, which as a hybrid tea looks pretty odd to me!
|Bad Balling on Tournament of Roses, 1989|
|Unballed Blooms are Beautiful though. Tournament of Roses, 1989|
A few of the notables for me (no photo retouching, these are the actual colors, in the worst washout 1pm lighting too!):
|Can double as a nightlight! Carribean, 1992|
|Strike It Rich, 2007|
|The oddly named Seashell, 1976|
If I came upon a seashell this color I'd fight a battalion of shell seekin' old ladies off!
|The very famous Double Delight, 1977|
|Midas Touch, 1994|
|Crysler Imperial, 1953 Best Red Bush IMO. Great full shape.|
|Bazillions of very double flowers and no balling on: Secret, 1992|
|Elle, 2005 who was incredibly fragrant too|
|Glowing Peace, 2001|
|Lady Elsie May, 2005|
ps. no flowers were picked in the making of this blog post, however, it almost killed me to not take a sample of the Garden Party. Particularly seeing as I was all alone in the gardens minus a middle aged couple with Queens accents, the lady of the couple shouting intermittently, "Hennnrrrry, wheres the purple one Henry? I don't see the purple one." "Hennnry?!" "yes, dear" "Henry, where's the purple? I don't see the purple." "To the right dear" (without looking up). This of course went on for a good 10 minutes before the wife called him an old fool and stomped off.