Named Lolita, this rose might be expected to bloom precociously:
On the contrary, it's the last rosebush to blossom in my garden. The following variety, Blush Rambler, sprouted a profusion of branches and leaves in all directions (even skywards at times), before calming down and producing clumps of small and delicate blushing blossoms:
This is another so-called rambler, Chevy Chase:
Its brilliant scarlet is likely to dominate my pergola for some time to come… unless the Blush Rambler decides to adopt a more offensive strategy.
Here's a curious image of two former flowers that I removed, this afternoon, from one of the bushes.
They are the carcasses of two drowned roses, which were unable to withstand the recent non-stop rain at Gamone. Like a forensic surgeon, I dissected one of them, to better understand the cause of death.
Inside, reminding me of figs, the delicate gold and pink petals are fetuses of flowers that would never be.