From pot to bed and back

This is another of my roses I don’t know the name of. I got this potted rose from my son on Mother’s Day, which is the second Sunday in May around here. When it started to show some serious signs of no longer feeling happy indoors I thought why not give it a try in the garden and planted it in a flowerbed.

Amazingly, it immediately started to sprout a fresh set of buds and was blooming until very recently. I should have known he is not the kind of a son who would choose from the ‘Mother’s Day selection’.

The blossoms were remarkably long lasting and gorgeous like cut flowers you would buy at a florist’s. I must make sure to store this rose up in a pot through the winter. I am hoping I might still find the original pot from the pile in the barn to be able to check the name of this lovely rather dark red variety.

Roses for Jack 2/5.