The tickling here isn’t the light stroking of the skin – it’s the figurative sense of the word that means ‘to give pleasure or gratify’. The tickling pink concept is of enjoyment great enough to make the recipient glow with pleasurephrases.org.uk
I don’t think of myself as a particularly girly girl, and throughout my life I have almost avoided pink.
However, when I look around my rose garden, I see pink everywhere, and yes, I am tickled pink.
There are so many delicious pinks!
I tend to favour the rich pinks,
but every now and again, these are softened by a really gentle, paler pink.
One of the loveliest roses in the garden is ‘Boscobel’.
Each bloom is perfectly formed. It is especially lovely when it catches the light. The inside of the petals are a rich pink, and the edges are diaphanous and airy.
This is a strong rose. Its blooms are always well supported by the stem. Rain or shine, its flowers survive. They don’t ball, or get rain splodges, or get tossed around by wind. I think this would be a good choice in a garden that is exposed to the elements.
Another flower that is the epitomy of pink, is the peony ‘Monsieur Jules Elie’. Monsieur has been treated very badly by the weather this year, and can barely hold his own weight, but is still quite beautiful. I think it is the softness of this peony that I love. The petals are each very slim, and softly curved inwards, giving the flower a grace and a delicacy.
For delicacy and bounciness combined, I don’t think you can beat sweet Williams. Here they are with the morning dew.
They remind me of sherbet when they sparkle with dew.
I love the combination of dianthus and rose at the front of the border.
I like to look at the rose garden from above, from the bedroom windows. It gives me an overview of how the planting is all hanging together.
There is one plant that is just nagging at me, as not quite fitting in. Do you see it?
In my post from a few weeks ago, Mouth-watering, one plant caught many people’s attention. It was Knautia ‘Melton Pastels’. However, this is exactly the plant that is niggling at me.
The bees love it…
But I am finding it too airy. The rest of the plants have an upwards motion, and are quite substantial. To my eyes, the knautia is too wafty, and its blooms too ephemeral.
It is coming out!
To be a gardener, is to be ruthless. And fickle. And to be comfortable with changing your mind.
Do you see the three empty pots in front of the resplendent rose ‘Marjorie Fair’?
Those three pots, up until last week, contained my absolute favourite rose, ‘Munstead Wood’. If you need reminding of this rose’s perfection, then you can find it again in this post, Portrait of a Rose.
Whilst you can grow a rose in a large pot, I was not growing it well. I am a bit lax when it comes to watering. Every couple of weeks, on looking at the rose with dried out flower-buds, I would give it a couple of watering-cans full of water.
But such a flood-or-famine situation is not fair on a rose, and it was showing. I felt guilty every time I looked at them. I decided to put them out of their misery. I have taken cuttings, and my mum has ‘Munstead Wood’ in her garden, so all is not lost.
Gardening teaches us that there is a time to let go, and this was it.
There are so many plants in the world to enjoy. So many roses to sink your nose into.
And if you get bored of roses, there are always peonies.
Peonies are more fleeting than roses. I must make the most of them whilst they are here.
Though roses draw me back to them. I am most definitely tickled pink.
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