Paul’s a rambler. No, not a rambling man, a rambling rose that was named after the guy who hybridized it and registered it in 1916. It’s got a light pink double bloom, lots of thorns, resistant to most rose diseases, and fragrant. (What’s a rose without the rose smell?)
I first became enamored of these tall growing roses when I was a very young newlywed, working night shift at the hospital where my husband spent part of his days in training as a Physician’s Assistant. We had rented and moved out to this little farm, and in the front yard one of these rambling roses was growing way up in the tree. WAY up.
It only puts on a real show of bloom once a year, in the late spring or early summer. But oh! What a sight when you can look high up in a tree and see it full of rose blooms!
Mine isn’t as full or so far up yet as that first one I ever saw, but it’s working on it. I planted it beside a huge oak tree at the front right corner of our yard, alongside the driveway. Every once in a while The Farmer has to get a tall ladder and push a few of the straggling branches over a tree limb. He hasn’t done it this year because his ladder got too short for the height of the rose.
I love rambling roses, even when they’re named Paul.____________________________
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Paul's Himalayan Musk Rambler Rose on May 21st, 2009
What Happened To Spring? on April 15th, 2009
In The Flower Patch on May 19th, 2009
