Warm pink, flat, smallish blossoms packed full of very fragrant petals. Supposed to be rebloomer until frost, but I rarely get much to speak of after one long spectacular bloom in June. Mind, I'm not complaining - that one flush usually has more than 200 blossoms. (Well, you'd count them, too if you saw this!). Responds beautifully to pegging. This is one sturdy rose.

There were originally four sickly bourbons in this bed. The other three, never very sturdy specimens to begin with, succumbed one by one to a fatal combination of stupid placement (directly under a leaking gutter) and the ravages of Cleveland winters. The intrepid Louise trudged on, oblivious to the annual ice storms. In January 2001 we had the house re-sided. The workers pulled down the rose, trellis and all, and laid it on the ground for a week, working around it - more or less. They broke off about half of it, and I was sure she was a goner. Goes to show what I know. The shot below was taken in June 2001.