Roses (20 JUN 2011)

Readers of this blog may have the impression that my garden is filled with weeds, slugs and plant experiments gone wrong. This isn’t entirely true, because my house was built in the 1930s, and thankfully someone with green fingers lived here once, though I’m not sure how long ago. I think about the unknown gardener, especially, when the mature rose bushes, which line the right border of the