Sowing the Seeds

The beautiful, shapely crimson hips of my glorious Climbing Rose Masquerade.

With raindrops still upon them and their glory by my gate, I marvel at their simple wonder and by chance I hesitate. They really are sublime, their colour just divine, and I so LOVE Masquerade because it reminds me of a simpler time.

I had this rose growing in the very first home I rented when I moved out of my parents home at the age of 19. I moved into a fabulous little fibro beach shack right on the sand and a stones throw from the water.

The garden was full of so many amazing, textural succulents and this one rampaging Masquerade Climbing Rose just rampant over the back fence. I fell in love with it and then after seeing it available in a nursery, I planted it by my front gate on our country property 20 years later.

Oh and aren’t her hips just luscious?