More of the Brandy Rose

It's standing alone, in all its scented splendor, in a small dark green Asti Riccadonna bottle, which I am using as a bud vase.

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Giancarlo's new wheels going on

Posting these here for Giancarlo...

My Brandy Rose

From my kitchen counter this morning.

Guess where I am going?

Because nine times... is not enough.



This is at Zoagli, up above Rapallo, near Santa Margherita Ligure, on the Ligurian Coast.

It's me!

This was made for me by a very special friend from my forum on The Digital Scrapbook Place, known as Evergreen100. It's my new favorite thing!



Journalling reads:

About Leslie: Leslie likes nothing better than to live a quiet and simple life. She derives pleasure from her two lovely boys, her cats, her home and garden. She entertains us in the Granny thread with quirky stories of her daily activities, such as her icecream making hobby, and of the special little dishes in which she serves herself just a tiny portion each time, such as the life and times of her front porch garden with sagas of baby lemons and strawberries and more recently of her foray (with the help of her son Giancarlo) into the garden at large. I love her tales of her “blind” men, her cats’ antics, how she puts on a face for the Colesonline delivery. I love her *chortles* *sniggers* *snorts* and more. I know she is a great Mum, a dedicated declutterer, a fantastic blog keeper. I know she loves Italy, her laptop, books, ploppers, DVDs of her favourite TV series. Leslie has been a special cyber friend to me and I have had the good fortune of having met her in real life.. a very special pleasure!

Sold!

At auction - Giancarlo's Erika sold her first house! Um, and it was her own home.

Capri - window shopping

Those were the days

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.



My gosh I was young here, I was just 21. I'm the one on the right.

List of my roses

The Fairy - 1932.

Light pink, small clusters of flowers.
Polyantha, a standard.









Diamond Jubilee - 1947


Light yellow, strong fragrance.
Hybrid Tea. Is in a terracotta pot.







Amber Flowering Carpet

Amber flowers, slight fragrance.
Procumbent. Ground Cover Rose.


Brandy

Deep apricot, fragrant.
Hybrid Tea. Tall.

My front porch today

My wishlist of roses

Dear Trixie

My new rose

Or - what is will look like, when it grows up. You see, mine is only new, with one fat bud on it. I prefer this one!



Journaling:
Classic, long pointed buds unfurl into high centered, exhibition style blooms of clear, soft pink. The large blooms are very fragrant. Winner of the Portland Gold Medal. Upright, bushy plant with dark, glossy, leathery green foliage. Somewhat winter tender.
Continual Bloom
Fragrance: Very Fragrant
Year patented: 1963

Hummingbird webcams

There are two great webcams on right now. This one is Phoebe, and she lives in a rose bush. She has two eggs, the size of tic tacs, and her next is the size of a golf ball. The eggs are almost ready to hatch.



This one is Buzzie Bea, and she currently has two babies that are almost ready to fly off and leave her. Her babies are called Zipper and Velcro. This nest is also in a rose bush.



They are located in Orange County, in California. The two nests, and webcams, are ten miles apart.

Evening in Potts Point - by Stuart Flavell

Evening in Potts Point

She would be there that evening
hushed her voice over the telephone
down from Canberra for a city stay.
He poured another glass of wine
watching numerous yachts’ silent
erect masts through his windows.
Like clumps of young, white bark
gums bobbing in a softened bush
they gathered as moths around buoys.
Saracen swords now, proud tribes of
colour gliding close together boasting
horizons and mysterious things to come.
Clashes of images as dusk and bottle’s
end searched flattened roof tops for her
arrival through the bright crowded streets.
The moon sat crooked still over the Harbour
islands with pigeon wings sounding too loud
at that moment when the telephone rang again. –

by Stuart Flavell

My view - rosellas

These rosellas have been coming daily since they noticed the seed bell I put out for the delightful little sparrows. The idea was for "cat TV" - but... the cats rarely tune in, I just watch it by myself.

Anyhow, the sparrows jump up and down underneath the gigantic crimson rosellas and wait impatiently for them to be gone.

A peaceful place

For a blogging friend, Bush Babe.

This is Torcello, where Venice began...