I had thought about starting another series for the Wednesday post on this blog, but so much happens in my garden, at its different levels that I decided to continue with this subject. But the posts will be shorter, to give even greater emphasis to the pictures, which I have no doubt are of greater interest to readers than any explanations of what and why things are.

Today’s subject lends itself admirably to this, for I go back to the roof garden which I have not talked about for nearly a month. But as I found a few months back, incessant rain, with bursts of fierce sunshine, has been good for the roses, and the burst of flowering they engaged in has not ceased. When I made my way up there in the middle of December, it was to find luscious flowers on several plants, a pink one in the first big basin, the yellow little one in the bed at the southwest corner and the bright yellow one in the second big basin amidst the lime trees.

Unfortunately I took no pictures when I was next up there, on Christmas morning, when I plucked the best blossoms for vases on my tables at lunch. So when I was up there again a few days later there were few flowers, though little buds that had escaped at Chrismas had flowered, a pink one in I think the first big basin, and an orange one in the bed on the eastern side.