An English Rose

photo Britta

My beautiful lovely scented rose, "Gertrude Jekyll" is blooming on my balcony - I am so happy! 

My young student friend Gvantsa said dreamily: "That way our roses in Georgia (Europe) smell."

This rose needs no explanation. For her it is true what Getrude Stein wrote. 

                                         "Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose." 

photo Britta 

PS:
Did you know that in the genome of a rose exists a gen that decides how many petals the bloom will have?
It is called LG3. If you deactivate this gen the bloom becomes as thick as the bloom of a peony - the absolute record in rose-petals, I read in the German newspaper WamS, reached a rose with deactivated LG3 with 517 petals!
In the EU it is forbidden to use GM technology - even in ornamental-plant-selective breeding.

Good so - Gertrude Jekyll, the stern Victorian gardener, might have said.

When Push comes to Shove

"Oh, that silly woman! Wait, we'll march through together", she said, putting her arms around me closely and pushing me in front of her through the opening barrier.
What had happened? I thought English people keep themselves to themselves - but this Lady gave me the closest body contact of the last 9 days! At Regent's Park tube exit a muddled woman in front of me had placed her handbag (!) on the place sign for oyster-cards, then marched on - hesitated - came back two steps ... her gates closed - but in the meantime I had put my traveler card into the slot of the machine - the gates opened - she marched through - but they were closed for me. (Good for the woman, come to think of it: the queue behind me gave her a few names I am eager to learn...)
Of course there was no assistant near - but, as you see, this damsel in distress, Yours Truly, was rescued by that courageous forceful maid who followed me. 
I then walked into Regent's Park (alone) - and visited Queen Mary's Rose Garden. But of the many, many roses there only 'Gertrude Jekyll' had opened her eyes (husband told me the same happens at the moment on my balcony in Berlin - as Getrude was a very stern and no-nonsense Victorian Lady-gardener and artist, neither cold nor rain can stop her (and of course I bought the rose named after her long time ago).

Though I saw I was right not to order "Sexy Rexy" (I believe that rose was named after the actor Rex Harrison, who earned that label) - but maybe the plants in Regent Park were just very young, baby vegetables, so to speak.
But the day itself: it brimmed over with sunshine.
Which I will try to capture with this cunning device: they little Ladybird-backpack contains a cord - so the mother has a grip on the child who can't get lost in a crowd.