‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet’

Roses have a big place in the garden – in fact, they are all over it, from the ramblers on the front wall to the wild roses and climbers up the hill towards the woods.
Many were already in place when I moved here; some favourites (like ‘Queen Elizabeth’, ‘Gertrude Jekyll’, and ‘Ketchup and Mustard’) came with me from the previous garden; and the rest have been collected… or rather, accumulated, from year to year.
Amongst the ‘rose projects’: making them a feature of the mixed border in the front garden; planting a rose bush at either end of each row of vines, in keeping with the French tradition; and planting a hedge of Damascus rose, like the one I so fondly remember in the garden where I stayed in Mostar, (Bosnia and Herzegovina).