After reading the title of this post you're either thinking that the weather over here has turned bad, really really bad, (and you would not be far wrong )
or that there is as much of a chance of a snowball in Summer as there is of a snowball's chance of survival in hell. The latter being not very likely to happen, to put it mildly. But you would be wrong, there is such a thing as a snowball in Summer. Well, there is here at Bliss. Curious? I thought you might be so without further ado take a good look at this surprising occurrence of a snowball in Summer at Bliss.
Yes, it is a rose, how very astute! ;-) She's called Boule de Neige which is french for ball of snow.
What's that you say? What an odd name for a reddish pinkish rose? I'll let my pretty snowball herself explain how she got her name.
And here she is in all her manifestations if not to say glory:
This lovely snowball was born in 1867 and is a member of the Bourbon rose family. When fully grown she will be around 1.5 to 2 meters high and she has (what else did you expect at Bliss?) a wonderful scent. Next Autumn she will be put in my front garden to replace one of my Guirlande d'Amour roses as that one has become slightly too big for its breeches.
Guirlande d'Amour who is either too big or her bed is too small. Or both! :-)
copyright 2008 Y.E.W. Heuzen
Isn't that what a businessman is? A gardener? A person that makes flinty soil productive with the labor of his own hands, who waters it with sweat from his own brow, and who creates a place of value for his family and community? Jerzy Kosinski, Being There