|Clematis x jackmanii among the Virginia creeper offers a shy welcome to the back garden. A baby Japanese maple 'Garnet' peeks around the corner, and two mature Quietness rose bushes unabashedly brighten the back fence.|
The wind and dust have settled, and the garden breathes relief. June opens with its usual smiling dress of freshness and bright verdure.
|Yellow and white miniature roses seem to dance in their Osteospermum jucundum 'Purple Mountain' skirt. These cold-tolerant African daisies are cheery, carefree early-summer bloomers.|
My innocent anticipation of roses, color and light under a dreamy blue sky stirs with little regard to an alternate reality involving rapacious grasshoppers and greedy weeds. I wander among the roses as a restless, awakening dreamer would stretch in the dawning comfort of luxurious silken sheets.
I photographed a few of the roses that join with me in welcoming this lovely June.
|Jude the Obscure, lovely, fragrant and stingy as ever, deigns to wink at me from behind his ragged leaves.|
|Abraham Darby, still a bit shaken from late May's horrific dust storm, recovers with a brave and brilliant glow.|
|I am not the only one in the garden finding Fredric Mistral irresistible.|
|David Austin's Heritage is ivory pink in its warm, sunny spot on a south-facing wall.|
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