So I’ll make one myself. My favorite thing about a little downtime/lunch time later in the year (and Wednesdays generally), is that I can forget about my to-do list in the garden and start thinking about my What-If? list.
At the top of that What-If? list: a new rose garden. The very first garden my former husband and I built together at our old house was a rose garden. I planted some classics: Abraham Lincoln, V is for Victory (hmm…), and a bunch of adorable minatures, including scentsational, which I think is no longer available, for shame.
Now in my new house, and having just finished the book “Roses: A Celebration,” edited by Wayne Winterrowd, I’m keen to get back to my rosy roots. A rose I’ve long wanted to grow purely for its historical associations: York and Lancaster. I love the idea of the end of a civil war symbolized by roses to result in a blending even better than one single color. (It wouldn’t work as well with our own civil war: not a lot of blue and grey flowers.)
My heart, however, belongs to Therese Bugnet. I love her terrifyingly thorny canes, that are really only thorny on the bottom. I love the abundance of her (rather plain) pink flowers. But without doubt, my favorite thing about her is her lovely winter canes. Winter lasts a long time up here in Madison… and if snow is on the ground for months at a time, nothing beats some red sticks to remind you of the promise of a springtime to come.
So though I may have to make the garden infinitely larger, I will grow Therese Bugnet, York and Lancaster along with V is for Victory. Though life may give us lots of opportunities to make our own rose gardens, it is up to us to dig them.