I have to confess that although I have planted twelve roses since we came here, probably my most favourite is this one, which was already in place and which produces the most stunning blooms over the arbour every year with no help whatsoever. And its scent is heaven.
Nan enjoyed her garden which always looked a treat and also the birds which came to feed there. I remember she would talk to the blackbird and looked forward to his daily visits. She loved simple flowers: daffodils, bluebells and roses. Her front garden had a row of lovely hybrid tea roses. In what was such a beautiful simple gesture, as we were about to leave, she would take up her scissors and snip off some of her finest buds. She’d wrap the stems with foil and then put a frilly paper doily round the base before handing them to me. She gave me the love of roses that I have today and I still think of her when I plant and pick roses from my own garden.