Such is my life at this season.
Rose of the Day: Kazanlik. This damask rose, also known as Trigintipetala, will bowl you over with its scent. I'm not certain of its precise age, but for well over a century it has been commercially grown in Bulgaria to make essential oil for rose perfume.

White rugosa. Busy bumblebee.

John Davis. A recent addition, planted bare-root in the springtime.

Mary Rose, one of the most reliable of the David Austin English Roses.

Maiden's Blush, my pale-pink damask, is still blushing.

Hot and muggy today. I'd prefer to slog about the Lodge in skimpy garments, listening to the loon and focussing my heat-stunned brain on the manuscript. Instead, I must polish, buff, brush, paint and dress myself and head up-state to somebody else's lake house for a luncheon party with strong political overtones.
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