I have three 'Survivor's now, proliferating solely at my pleasure, an occasional division allowed to place throughout my garden. What she lacks in form, in body, she makes up for in splendor. The barely semidouble blooms start out tucked away but they open quickly to a very showy bloom. Is she gorgeous? Yes. Is she tough, yes? Is she red? Red and then some.
She only produces one crop of these bejeweled flowers each year, but she blooms over such a long period that I simply don't care. The blooms hang on and hang on, lust on display for weeks. The first photo of this bush, taken on 5/24, was almost a week after the very first bloom on it; the second photo from a different angle mere days later, and the third, taken on 6/]7, still in full flower and under full sun and absolutely no fade of the scarlet in those velvet petals despite the 90ºF temperatures for most of last week. It was only today that I noticed the petals were turning to fuchsia and beginning to drop, her peak at least over and out.
5/24/2020 |
5/26/2020 |
6/7/2020 |
As I said, not much form as a garden bush, but I'd put up the individual blooms over any other rose in the garden. 'Survivor', she is and survivor, she will be, sunup to sundown, spectacular and deliciously red. As the garden pauses between roses and summer, she carries on, bridging one cycle of the garden to the next, carrying the fire in a relay until the flames reappear in the nearby budding daylilies, red forever into fall.
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