On Monday, as the nation shivered and cussed its way through a hard case of the blues, I celebrated not being in New York and ordered four bare-root rose bushes. Haters are going to hate, but say what you will about David Austin - the man can name a rose. "A Shropshire Lad", "The Lark Ascending" and "Tess of the d'Urbervilles" made it to the top of a list that also included "Eglantyne", "Fighting Temeraire" and "Lady of Shallot" to mention just a few. "BougainFeelYa" and "Golden Showers" may smell just as sweet, but I'm a lady who enjoys a little romance in her life.
In summation: my dear friends, I couldn't possibly say it any better than Georgie Boy, so why don't I just let him do the talking.
