The name of this rose is something of a contradiction in terms, but no matter. It’s making a fine display on the side of the garage right now. I acquired my first cutting—from which this plant is descended—in 1971 from the vicarage garden at Puketapu in the Hawkes Bay, where my cousin was vicar, and it has travelled with me since.
This one is about 5 inches across.
I love the way the white shades through into cream and then the dark orange yellow of the centre
This is another rose with a viciously sharp complement of thorns
Is this a mirror I see behind me?