Last winter laid waste to climbing rose which had thrived on an arbor for 15 years.
I replaced it with 'New Dawn' an heirloom climber with a long bloom season of fragrant flowers. Eventually it should reach nearly 20 feet high and seven to 10 wide. This season it started to climb, but won't reach maturity for a few more years.
One pink bloom is all that's left after its first year in the garden. It represents the ephemeral nature of gardens.
The entryway to the vegetable garden is flanked by the arbor and I had always dreamed of it covered with the flowers of climbing roses. That dream came true only a few short season after the initial plantings. I would sit in the garden on warm summer nights and marvel at the prolific plants covered in blooms.
On one side was 'Seven Sisters' on the other 'Zephirine Droughin,' which also bit the dust at the hands of the polar vortex. I found another at Hahn Nursery and it's doing well too.
Seeing that last rose, ready to bloom as November looms, reminds me of a "unique" season, filled with challenges brought on by a tough winter and a wet summer.
Both roses are on their own for the winter, no extra protection except some crossed fingers.
Their fate is with Mother Nature, just like everything else in the garden.
Hopefully spring will bring with it new buds and fast growth to cover the arbor again.