When I was little girl I used to try and make perfume with petals and water. And ever since I’ve had a particular passion for roses. Luckily for me, in my heavy clay soiled garden, roses seem to feel particularly at home. But unluckily for me this year’s late season means that I’m out here in Majorca while a lot of the rose activity is taking place.
So last week, before we flew out here, I went into the garden and took photos of those roses that were thoughtful enough to show their faces in time for me to appreciate them before I left.
Here’s a selection of those considerate blooms.
With a couple of drop dead gorgeous peonies and a poppy stunner for good measure.
Makes me almost look forward to getting back home.