Back home in Victoria, Canada, growing roses is a very tricky business. There is not only the salt air from the ocean to contend with, but all manner of aphids, mildew, and general anti-rose pestilence. Coaxing a healthy rose from a rose bush in my garden back in Canada takes just about the same amount of dedication and worry as living with a 16 month old toddler (and I just happen to be a specialist at the latter at the moment).
And then there’s Burgundy.
Gorgeous, healthy roses have burst into bloom all around us over the past two weeks. They cling to rock walls and often grow in what looks like nothing more than a few specks of gravel. They seem to be by and large neglected by their owners, yet thrive all the same.
They really want to make me buy a super-dooper camera like A Novel Woman’s. Just have a look – these photos are just a sample of the roses at or around La Maison des Deux Clochers and La Maison de la Vieille Vigne.
So if you are enjoying a trip to France in June, stop and take a sniff. They just so happen to smell vraiment bon too.