Not, to be sure, as spectacular in their numbers as those in some of our neighboring front gardens, but very pleasingly dense. The pink one is Wedgewood - I wasn't sure whether she would make it, because she had to be dug up when a root severed a pipe at the end of last year, and is still in a large pot - she so hated being moved that I didn't want to disturb her again. And the yellow - The Poet's Wife, who has a very promising number of buds, this year: I'm keeping my fingers crossed, because last year she was chewed very bare by something - I suspect a raccoon. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - my third David Austin rose - is also blooming, with a deep red color that can only allude to Alec's blood seeping through the ceiling ...
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