The last roses are blooming in my yard.  With a hard freeze expected in three nights.  Sleep well, dear old heritage roses.  Next year we promise to pick all your June Bugs off.  Sweet dreams till then.

The color of this rose bush knocks me out, white outside fading to pink (how can white fade) with a mysterious peach tinge glowing from deep in the center.  Its a consistent bloomer, a hearty shrub, makes lovely golden hips, and her smell is divine.  Now's the time for planting if you've ever wanted your own antique heritage rose:  The Antique Rose Emporium   Sigh, that's one Texas place I'd love to revisit.