Wild Roses

The first week in June is always Wild Rose Week at our Little Red House.  You will awaken one morning to the scent of roses wafting in on the morning breeze.  Yes, I know how corny that sounds, but it is absolutely true.  Wild white roses grow like weeds around here, climbing up trees and tumbling down banks, to fill the air with their lovely scent.

As a gardener, I can't really take any credit for the show.  They grow with wild abandon, flinging themselves up into the arms of the pin oaks, and rambling through the old pastures of our yard.  I always encourage them where I find them if I can -- this one has been pruned hard, but still manages to anchor a corner of the garden near the birdbath.

I wish I could somehow reproduce the scent for you.  It is like a pale, sweet breath of Tea Rose perfume in the air.  We sometimes take advantage of it, and drag the garden bench to sit near the rioting shrubs.  That is the picture you see in my header.  Spring and early summer are the best times here in New Jersey, before the weather turns too hot.  Happy June, dear bloggers!