Floral

I love scented flowers. We have a honeysuckle plant clambering up the wall outside our back door.  I don't know how it came to be there. Perhaps the birds dropped a seed a few years back. Honeysuckle grows where it will and early this morning, the perfume was breathe-it-all-in intoxicating.

Last October, I sowed some sweet pea seeds from a few pods left over from the previous flowers. Surprisingly enough, quite a few of them germinated and I planted them out in the poly tunnel. They've been flowering steadily for the last three weeks.  Picked another fresh bunch this morning to put in my kitchen. Don't they boost your morale. The scent is wonderful.

Loads of Astrantia and daisies out in my garden. They smell  a bit pungent, but  look nice, so I can forgive them for that.

This rose has been growing in our garden for over sixty years. My O/H remembers it when he used to walk past on his way to primary school. It's a rambler and grows alongside the cast iron gate leading on to the single track road. It's double pale pink and the perfume is out of this world. No idea what it's called.

The two roses below, I bought from Woolies when they were in business. They're climbers. The red one is called Red Windsor. The petals have a deep velvety feel and the perfume is gorgeous. The pink one is a climber too and grows on the side of the little garage. Can't remember the name? They seem to grow every year come what may.

Why do they sell those soulless, un-perfumed, cellophane wrapped bunches in supermarkets and at petrol stations. I hate them.