I have always wanted a rose bower.
The very word bower sounds secret and enclosing.
I have trained roses up wrought iron arches with varying degrees of success, but our wild dog rose has produced the longest, most exuberant arms of flowers to wrap around the old wheel barrow and make marvellous the compost corner.
Its simple pink blossoms are transient, perfumed and perfect. No dog ever wagged so wonderfully!
Cathy's real country garden 
I love wild dog roses. They smell so lovely and always remind me of trying to make rose petal perfume as a kid 🙂
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I did that too! It never smelt as good as the real thing though!🌹🌹
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Beautiful!
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I am glad your wish came true, Cathy. Your bower is gorgeous.
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It lasts such a short time, but it is lovely!
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Lovely. I have a white dog rose on the plot which is flowering well this year. xx
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It is possibly a field rose if it is white. Xx🌹🌹
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I bought it as an Iceberg rose, which didn’t flower for the first couple of years so I moved it when it then reverted and has flowered every year since. xx
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It must be the original root stock, which is always stronger than than the graft.
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Such a beautiful rose, Cathy, climbing in sweet elegance.
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