It sounds like an English pub name, but here it's the result of serendipitous neighbourly gardening. The folks next door grow beautiful roses that I get to admire over the fence through the curtain of grape vines on my side.
Roses are beautiful but are dreadful, spiky things and require attention in the garden. For this reason I am delighted that my neighbours grow roses on the fence line that I get to enjoy. All care, no responsibility! At the moment they are prolific and gorgeous - clouds of bright white, peach with wobbly edges,
When taking a walk at dinner time in suburbia one's nose is greeted with all kinds of smells wafting from people's kitchens. Onions and garlic being gently sautéed, steak frying, a whiff of curry, vegetable soup bubbling on the stove. In the fading light of dusk it is an olfactory adventure full of aromatic surprises.
My street has a couple of well-tended gardens and some magnificent plants (remember the pink magnolia I posted a while ago?), but in the main most of us are not up to much. Along my driveway fence, however, the neighbours have been so lovely as to plant a row of wonderful and varied roses. I
