I have spent hours upon hours deliberating over my rose wish list. DH murmured something about a Valentine present and was very pleased with the idea of getting me a live bush. Enter Pickering Nurseries in Canada (also pored over Roses Unlimited, Heirloom Roses, Chamblees, Regan, and about five others). I was still agonizing with my credit card number actually in place, when I picked up my laptop and inadvertently completed the order. So, right or wrong, in March I should be getting bareroot Mayflower (a supposedly tough David Austen), Golden Celebration (slightly less tough, yellow climber ditto), and a vigorously pink climber known as Rosarium Uetersen. What is unclear is whether these will go with anything else, particularly the violent pinks/reds of the knockouts I planted in Kit Island. But the beauty of it is, I shall simply move the dang Knock Outs if I so choose, ha ha.
My problem is that I am currently Between Color Schemes. I was always a pink/blue/purple girl, unapologetically English cottage, not so sure now. I am craving more foliage but still a sucker for blooms. Choosing roses is an exercise in decision paralysis. The main problem is resisting the apricot pinks that make me melt, because they assort vilely with the Knock-Outs.
Also coming are a bunch of perennial seeds-- Campanula Blue Clips, caryopteris, gigantic Greek catmint (where is that going again?) and others. If the postman can get through. Piles upon piles of snow out there, no one stirring. It's quite nice :)