My sister and I took a trip down High Street to Clintonville, to visit The Park of Roses today. The roses in my garden did so poorly this year, I was hoping to be wowed at the park . . . but, not so much. I think it was probably a combination of the extremely hot spring we’ve had and maybe too much rain, but they had pretty much all gone over and looking rather anemic.
Anyways, I took lots of pictures, some of roses, some of trees, and some of perennials. Don’t expect me to tell you their names because I didn’t write them down and my memory is not that good anymore. But here they are, in no particular order all mixed together.
A beautiful patch of thistles that I’d never seen before and we could not find the name of it. I suppose there was a sign somewhere buried under the foliage, but this lady was prickly and I wasn’t going scrounge around in the undergrowth to find it.
Red Bee Balm. Now for my unofficial name . . . I have always thought of Bee Balm as the Phyllis Diller plant. For some reason it reminds me of her hair.
And that’s a wrap. Hope you enjoyed the few limited roses that were left blooming. Unfortunately we saw no David Austin roses, which was a disappointment to both of us. We’ll have to try again next year.