This raggedy Rose was especially colorful and bright before the blooms faded. I don’t know what cultivar it is because it wasn’t marked when we moved here many years ago. It’s a pretty Rose, though, while it lasts.
This is all that’s left of the blooms on another Rose bush with pretty bright red flowers that were so heavy this year they folded over onto the mulch below.
But my favorite Rose is the one my great-grandfather grafted in the mid-19th Century: ‘Sweet Mary.’ To read more about it, check out this post from last summer. The family looks forward each year to the days when its sweet scent fills the air. It’s not a flashy Rose, but oh, it smells fantastic. Many of us have cuttings from the original plant, cultivated on a farm in south central
We also donated ‘Sweet Mary’ Roses to Old World Wisconsin in Eagle. It’s a living history museum, with buildings, homes, gardens, and authentically dressed characters from
early settlements. Dad, Mom (both work at Old World), my sister, my hubby, and
I trekked over to Old World a couple of weeks ago to find out how the Roses (planted last year) are
Here they are in front of the
. Can you see them? Raspberry
Zooming in a little closer…
The Roses were a little past prime, but they’re still thriving. Yay!
While we were there, we enjoyed some of
World’s other plants and gardens.
Lots of critters, including pigs and sheep.
I like this shot of Little Lamb next to a Lamb’s Ear plant.
Dad posed with Laura, the lead interpreter.
Then we headed back to Dad and Mom’s place, where we were entertained by hummingbirds and ground squirrels.
And another view of ‘Sweet Mary.’
It was a great day. And so encouraging that Grandpa’s Roses live on in so many gardens for family and others to enjoy.