Gorgeous yellow roses at Penmere train station in Falmouth, Cornwall.
That I like flowers must be obvious from previous posts. I especially like roses. My mother had many roses in her garden, mainly old fashioned, hardy rose bushes, in various colours and petal configurations. On my birthday about 10 years ago I called my parents and asked if I could celebrate the occasion with them. I bought a chocolate cake to take and decorated it with fluffy pink roses from Mum’s garden.
I once decorated a birthday cake with roses like these.
Both wild and cultivated roses grow and have a cultural role in many parts of the world. In fact, the pink wild rose is the floral emblem of my home province of Alberta, Canada.
Alberta's wild rose blooms in June.
Maybe due to all the rain, roses thrive in England, where they definitely have cultural significance. An attractive woman or girl of fair complexion is often described as an English rose. The Tudor rose badge has used by every English and British Monarch since Henry Tudor of Lancaster defeated King Richard III at the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485 and became King Henry VII. This 30 year medieval battle for the English throne came to be known as the Wars of the Roses.
Henry was also a master of public relations, creating the myth of the red rose of Lancaster and the white rose of York and their combination into the Tudor rose when he married Elizabeth of York.
Tudor rose badge from Wikipedia.
Here are a few more of the roses I have enjoyed visually, and olfactorily when I could get close enough, on this trip to England.
Modern day red and white roses.
At the gate of one home where I stayed was the biggest rose I have ever seen.
An unusual colour.
It is good to see roses abuzz with bees. Below: two climbing roses.
