We inherited a rambling rose in our garden. It hogs a south-facing wall and has never flowered in the five years that we have lived here. It’s bushy, leafy…clearly alive and kicking…yet it’s never bloomed. My husband – who hates spiky things – threatens to pull it up every year, but I always ask for it to be given one more chance. Every year, I prune it, then watch and wait.
This spring, with no signs of buds, I resigned myself to the fact that maybe this is one rose that is just not ready to be the best that she can be. But today, something on that south-facing wall caught my eye. Beautiful, pale-pink flowers with honey-yellow centres. The rose has finally bloomed – and it’s worth the wait. These blooms aren’t big and showy, they’re simple, modest and just lovely – I’m so glad this rose is showing herself at last. This little rose has made my day – a testament to patience, hope – and late bloomers!