Writers need to get out and about sometimes, otherwise our solitary profession would drive us to distraction. Plus, for a gardener like me there are too many distractions at home….such as roses!

Fragrant  Friesia roses
Fragrant Friesia roses

I have a ten minute walk to my village of Blackheath, and in a place where the seasonal changes are striking, it’s a joy all year round.

Here we go, up through Soldiers’ Memorial Park and into cherry tree lined Park Avenue. The pink spring blossom has been replaced by beauty of the same shade, but another kind entirely;

PASTEL PINK BRIAR ROSES
PASTEL PINK BRIAR ROSES

Park Avenue is extra special because of Rose Folly cottage. Thanks for all your work, Helen Chadwick. Look at this stunning arch over the front gate. It’s called Ali Baba.

ROSE FOLLY COTTAGE
ROOF TRIM TO COMPLEMENT THE ROSES
HEAVENLY

The garden is a delight for all the senses. Oh my word, how delicious are these ‘raspberry and cream’ varieties?

Roses that look almost edible.
ALMOST EDIBLE
RASBERRY AND CREAM ‘MERINGUE’

A few doors along I have to stop and capture a bush of fragrant white blooms;

Climbing white roses

Into Wentworth Street, and a house I call briar cottage;

OLD-FASHIONED CHARM AT BRIAR COTTAGE

The bees are busy here, working in unison;

BUSY AS……

At the village, walking past Slurps café;

THE DRAMA OF DEEP RED ROSES

Below is a board displaying what could be Blackheath’s mantra;

WORDS TO LIVE BY AT BLACKHEATH IN THE BLUE  MOUNTAINS
WORDS TO LIVE BY

I would only add……AND SMELL THE ROSES!

FOOTNOTE – Here is some more about the wonderful ROSE FOLLY

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