|'Maiden's Blush' at best, but a little balled up.|
I confess that I was once in love with the venerated Alba 'Maiden's Blush', but the veils of infatuation have been lifted from my sight over time and she has fallen from grace. Here in the Kansas climate, years of evidence has convinced me that she has turned out to be a faithless lass, cool and demure and virtuous in a rare year, but more commonly crumpled and nasty and worn.
|The soiled dove|
|Bush form of 'Maiden's Blush' at peak bloom 2012|
I'm going to keep her as a part of my own garden because I simply can't give up those times when she is warm and friendly and gives me her all. But I can no longer recommend to my fellow Kansans that she be allowed to trifle with the affections of any except the most dedicated rose fanatics.