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Spring Planning (and Wishing and Wanting More Roses)
It’s that time of year all over again where I’m curled up fireside, nestled on the pillow in the basket near the hearth. Snow, ice, and now gusty winds are not my cup of tea, so I’m here ruminating about what roses we need in the Gardens at Effingham. Yes, we have a goodly amount and variety of roses here (climbing roses; ground roses; tea hybrids; double-knock out varieties), but one can always dream of more roses. In June, all of the rose gardens will open up in their full splendor creating a burst of color.
Join me in a cup of tea as we flip through a few pages of the David Austin Roses’ catalogue:




One Can Never Have Too Many Roses
One can never have too many roses. So many from which to choose, shrub, hybrid, climbing, old-fashioned. So many gorgeous colours-pinks in all shades, creamy yellows, apricot, deep red. So many from which to choose.
So if you are as enchanted with English roses as much as I am, then you most likely already know about English Roses bred by David Austin. Here at Gardens at Effingham, we spend the winter months of January and February lingering over the pages of garden catalogues, dreaming of spring.
Do you want to read with us?
Join us in reading about the most beautiful roses:
Breeders of the English Roses. Specialist growers of old, shrub, species, climbing and modern roses. . . .
David Austin

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