One of my mothers roses

My mother has always been a keen gardener. She had a very large garden, when she lived on the north side of Dublin. She moved to the Dark Side (south) about four years ago.




I remember, when I lived there during those eternal summers, having to work in the garden when all my friends were out playing. Possibly another blog.

The new garden was much much smaller then the previous one. Probably about one twentieth. She is pushing on a bit, so it is not too much of a problem having a smaller garden.





She was always a big fan of roses.

She has being building up a stock of roses over the past few years and was having great success with the blooms.




I often get a few rose blooms when I visit her. Some are really spectacular.



This is an example of the best yet.