A rose is a rose is a rose or a rose by any other name could be called a rose hip or the fruit of the rose. That's pretty much what is left on my rose bushes right now, except for this one sweet pink rose still blooming in our November autumnal sunshine. A beautiful pink rose which in a few days will be welcome feed for the birds. But even though my pink rose bushes are getting ready for a long winter's rest, we are preparing for their glorious blooms again in the Spring. I had seen these rose bushes blooming prolifically all around town this past summer, mostly around commercial property. Inquiring, I was told they were called Knock Out roses. On a trip to the nursery I purchased two of the last four bushes they had. Armed with shovels, some new soil and some of my neighbor's black gold, Bobby G. got my bushes planted. (digging holes for me is not his favorite past time! ) I can't wait to see them next season and hope they bloom as well as all the ones I saw around town.
plaque of roses in a once white and now very worn gold basket. The roses are dimensional and the basket looks like the old florist baskets that are so much fun to collect and use. It is chippy, a bit rusty, faded and crusty, in other words, perfect with it's shabby imperfections. :) It can be found at The Vintage Nest here.
A very Happy Pink Saturday to you and thanks for dropping by today. I will be back tomorrow with a peek at my silver collection for Silver Sunday and a cottage collection I put together for you. I'll leave the door open for you and please click on over to Beverly's blog, our very very gracious hostess. You will find ever so much more pink. xoxo