No not the poem by Rabbie Burns but one of the rose bushes which grows up against the south face of our house. Our first roses are out! Three buds have just opened and it turns out that the bush flowers a deep dark red.
We have been curious to see what colour our 'inheirited' bushes were going to be. We know the one by the barn--if the photographs prove to be right--will flower a creamy peach colour; but we had no idea what colour the one closer to the front door was going to be.
The two bushes we brought from the UK, both Austin roses, are a climbing white--'Snowgoose' and a peachy coloured rambler--'Shropshire lad'; so it looks like they will go well with what is here already.
We have been having a run of very dry warm weather recently with temperatures regularly above 20C. Today our thermometer, located on the north wall which never gets the sun, is reading 25C.
We actually--dare I say it--need some rain. However, in the meantime we are enjoying every minute of the lovely weather we have--no doubt we'll pay for it with a lousy summer....