I’ve mentioned this before but it’s worth saying again. I absolutely adore roses, but I am fussy. To qualify for my adoration, they must have an addictive, musky scent. I’m more drawn to roses in the pink and red spectrum and I prefer flower shapes that are full and round.
Throughout the winter, or rather late autumn and early spring, I have been feeding the soil with fish, blood and bone and a bit of Vitax. This attention to feeding has really paid off, with lots of glossy and lush new growth. I’m looking forward to taking home armfuls of blooms this year. This is in contrast to the sad specimens I noticed in the park this morning. The bed has been mulched with fresh wood chip, which eventually will rot down to beautiful dark compost. In the meantime, in the early stages of decomposition, it is sucking pretty much everything out of the soil and the roses are really suffering.