I don't know the name of this rose. I don't know its age or where it came from. Not being very clever with roses I can't even tell you what type of rose it is. I do know that it was here when I came nearly 3 years ago and that it is carrying this single bloom just now as we head towards November.
It's probably not a rose I would have chosen, but when I look at it on a rather dreich autumn day it looks beautiful to me and, certainly, I have no intention of replacing it with anything else.
I also did not choose another plant that is still in bloom. I bought it, I planted it, and I have since increased it by cuttings, but it was never my intention to have a white decorative type. I thought I had bought a colourful single bloom called "Braveheart" that would mark Scotland's winning of independence in 2014. Well, Scotland got no Independence and I got no Braveheart, Instead, I got the unknown bloom below.
And for Rose and Dahlia I am deeply grateful, as indeed I am for all the life in this back garden.
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