“A rose by any other name is still a rose.” Shakespeare.
My red rose may have a name, but I don’t know it. It came with the house we bought. I’ve searched a bit for a match in rose catalogs, but there are so many rose varieties out there! Since Shakespeare’s time many a new rose has been bred: there’s a myriad of rose traits and types, nowadays, and I just can’t pinpoint mine.
So, I’ll rephrase Shakespeare in my red rose’s honor: “a rose without a name is Still a rose.” It’s a beautiful rose with deep red petals, flecked with bits of black. Often it will put forth groups, or small bouquets, of roses together.
I’ve gathered my favorite pictures of this rose for this post. Most pictures are from last spring or this. I’m sure there are a few in-between. Enjoy!
