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Best time to plant Roses: Roses are best planted in spring or fall when mild temperatures encourage the plants to develop root systems. We ship Roses for both spring and fall planting with our broadest selection available in spring. To ensure successful planting of any type of Rose, simply follow the easy guidelines laid out in our Grow Guides, which can be found on our website, on the product page for each Rose variety. The guidelines include light requirements, optimal soil conditions, ideal planting depth, and Rose Care tips to include watering, pruning, end-of-season care, and more. We do not recommend planting Roses in summer because the season’s high temperatures can stress the plants, urging them to push growth above ground before they have had sufficient time to establish supportive root systems.
Light: Roses grow best where they receive at least 6 hours of direct sun per day.
Watering: We recommend watering in the morning if possible so that the foliage doesn’t remain wet into the evening. If the weather is dry, water thoroughly every 2 weeks.
Fertilizer: Roses grow more vigorously, bloom more prolifically, and show greater resistance to diseases if fertilized during the growing season.
- For best results, add a layer of compost or aged manure in early spring around the base of the plant. After the first wave of bloom, apply a bloom-boosting fertilizer (15-30-15).
- For organic gardeners, we recommend adding a layer of compost or aged manure in early spring and applying an organic fertilizer after the first wave of bloom.
Pests & Diseases: The Roses we offer are selected for their vigor and their resistance to pests and diseases.
- Some Roses are prone to fungus problems (such as black spot) in hot, humid areas. Cleaning up old foliage from the base of the plant is important for disease control.
- We recommend the use of environmentally-friendly horticultural oil and insect sprays listed by the Organic Materials Review Institute (OMRI).
- Japanese beetles may be handpicked or a systemic pesticide may be used. In spring, check for Rose slugs (sawfly larvae that appear as tiny, green caterpillars and skeletonize Rose foliage) and physically destroy them or spray with superfine horticultural oil.
Pruning: Prune Roses to remove deadwood, to control or direct growth, and to promote flowering.
- Wait until growth breaks from the canes in early to mid-spring before pruning.
- To train climbers in early spring, trim thinner side shoots from the base of the main branches. Attach new stems to their supports throughout the growing season.
- If the Rose bush has become too tall, the stems may be cut back by one-third to one-half in early spring or after the first wave of blooms.
- With the exception of the rugosas, which produce attractive hips (fruits), remove the spent flowers of reblooming Roses to promote more bloom.
Transplanting: Roses may be moved in early spring when dormant.
End-of-Season Care: In our experience, the best way to get Roses through winter is to choose plants adapted to your climate zone.
- Mound 2 shovelfuls of bark mulch around the base of the plant before the start of winter. This added layer of protection is especially important for grafted Roses.
The Poet’s Wife
(Auswhirl) — Large cupped blooms of a lovely rich yellow which pale as they age and are produced in small clusters. The fully double blooms contain a wonderful fruity fragrance with hints of lemon. The leaves are a shining healthy colour on a low rounded shrub to 1.2m. A very popular colour in the Austin series.
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|Rose Type||English Rose — David Austin|
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The colour images and descriptions are to be used as a guide only. Every care is taken to accurately describe growth habits and reproduce the correct colour in images. However, other factors such as Australia’s varied climatic conditions, seasons and soil type can affect blooming and rose growth.
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The Poet’s Wife
- Large unfading yellow blooms with a creamy yellow outer petal
- Produced on tall purple stems,
- Ideal for cutting
- Strong rich fruity fragrance
- Glossy green/purple foliage
- Repeat flowers
- Ideal for shady areas
- Mid border or container 45cm x 45cm
- Average height: 120cm
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The Poet’s Wife
Shapely, large cupped rosette flowers in a daring yellow colour, The Poet’s Wife is a delightful rose. The strong, unfading yellow and creamy yellow outer petals are produced in clusters of typically 6 blooms on attractive tall purple stems with an exceptional strong rich fruity fragrance.
It has healthy semi glossed green/purple foliage and repeats well. Suitable for central bed planting, as well as mid-borders or in large patio containers.
We offer fast delivery on our roses, often next day and also allow you to specify a date in the checkout meaning you can pick a date appropriate.
Bareroot orders are dispatched between November and March (weather dependant) and on a rotational basis.
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We no longer have climbers in bare-root. If you want a containerised rose please call us on 01206 844008.
We will aim to have all of our containerised roses on sale online on Monday 15th April 2019. We apologise for any
We still have bare-root roses available. Check out our special offers online or give us a call on 01206 844008.
Remember if you are local to us pop into the office and take the roses away with you today.
Containerised Standard roses will be available from mid-April for COLLECTION ONLY. (This applies to all types of standard roses)
If you require STANDARD roses to be sent, please order BARE-ROOT for supply this month.
Full selection of containerised roses which can be sent will be updated on the website in due course.
We will be holding pruning demonstrations on:
Friday 22 February – 11AM – Fully Booked
Tuesday 26 February – 11AM
Wednesday 27 February – 11AM
Anyone are welcome however if you are interested please pre-book your interest by calling our office on 01206 844008 or register your details under the contact us page on our website.
These pruning demonstrations will cover all forms of roses including climbers and how to train them.
Coffee and teas will be available after completion of the demonstration. The demonstrations are free but will make collections for the following charities: St Helena Hospice, ABF The Soldiers Charity and th Local Blind.
If you do attend please ensure you wear suitable clothing and footwear.
If you would like to purchase a Valentine’s Rose for the one you love, see our suggestions listed below or choose from our A-Z of roses and place your order by Tuesday 12 February to guarantee delivery on or before 14 February.
Not sure which rose to choose? Purchase a Cants gift token from us by calling 01206 844008.
Rosenduft liegt in der Luft
Viele, viele duftende Rosen sind nämlich geradezu verschwenderisch mit dieser Gabe ausgestattet, vor allem in den frühen Morgenstunden eines warmen Tages, und zaubern uns ein glückliches Lächeln ins Gesicht. Anschließend gehen wir beruhigt, heiter und konzentriert unserem Tagwerk nach, denn genau diese Wirkungen werden dem Rosenduft in der Aromatherapie zugeschrieben. Da unser Duftsinn direkt mit dem Gefühlszentrum im Gehirn verbunden ist, speichern wir angenehme Gerüche dort als schöne Erinnerung ab. Dabei ist es eigentlich reine Chemie, die uns so berauscht, winzige Duftmoleküle eines ätherischen Öls, das in feinen Drüsen auf der Oberseite der Blütenblätter gebildet wird und vor allem an warmen, luftfeuchten Tagen entweicht.
Love poems: 21 romantic classics
Writing a love letter can be a daunting prospect, so if you’re struggling to pen a romantic message for your beloved that goes beyond “roses are red, violets are blue”, then these romantic classics could be the inspiration you need.
Poets from William Shakespeare through Lord Byron to Emily Dickinson all had plenty to say on affairs of the heart and we’ve gathered a few of the classic poems that capture the essence of love.
But if grandiose odes and sonnets sound a little intense, there are also more light-hearted verses by the likes of Ogden Nash and John Cooper Clarke, whose To My Valentine promises that he loves the object of his affection more than “a criminal hates a clue” and “more than a grapefruit squits”.
A Red, Red Rose
My love is like a red, red roseThat’s newly sprung in June :My love is like the melodyThat’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in love am I:And I will love thee still, my dear,Till a‘ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi‘ the sun :And I will love thee still, my dear,While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love,And fare thee weel a while!And I will come again, my love,Thou‘ it were ten thousand mile.
Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art
BRIGHT star! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
Drink to me only with thine eyesAnd I will pledge with mine.Or leave a kiss but in the cupAnd I’ll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth riseDoth ask a drink divine;But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,Not so much hon’ring thee As giving it a hope that thereIt could not withered be;
But thou thereon did’st only breathe,And sent’st it back to me,Since when it grows and smells, I swearNot of itself, but thee.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day’sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face;Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent,A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!
Elizabeth Akers Allen
At last, when all the summer shineThat warmed life’s early hours is past,Your loving fingers seek for mineAnd hold them close — at last — at last!Not oft the robin comes to buildIts nest upon the leafless boughBy autumn robbed, by winter chilled, -But you, dear heart, you love me now.Though there are shadows on my browAnd furrows on my cheek, in truth, -The marks where Time’s remorseless ploughBroke up the blooming sward of Youth, -Though fled is every girlish graceMight win or hold a lover’s vow,Despite my sad and faded face,And darkened heart, you love me now!I count no more my wasted tears;They left no echo of their fall;I mourn no more my lonesome years;This blessed hour atones for all.I fear not all that Time or FateMay bring to burden heart or brow, -Strong in the love that came so late,Our souls shall keep it always now!
The Nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind;No less than a wonder by Nature designed.She’s the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye;And the cause of a flame that never can die!
Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,Has the beautiful blush, and the smell, of the rose.Love and Destiny both attend on her will;She wounds with a look; with a frown, she can kill!
The desperate Lover can hope no redress;Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess!In Sylvia they meet; so unhappy am I!Who sees her, must love; and who loves her, must die!
Sonnet XLIX, ’Cien sonetos de amor‘
It’s today: all of yesterday dropped awayamong the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes.Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;no one can stop the river of the dawn.
No one can stop the river of your hands,your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest.You are the trembling of time, which passesbetween the vertical light and the darkening sky.
The sky folds its wings over you,lifting you, carrying you to my armswith its punctual, mysterious courtesy.That is why I sing to the day and to the moon,to the sea, to time, to all the planets,to your daily voice, to your nocturnal skin.
It’s today: all of yesterday dropped awayamong the fingers of the light and the sleeping eyes.Tomorrow will come on its green footsteps;no one can stop the river of the dawn.
It’s today, it’s today.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in)
i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)
i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
That I did always love
That I did always loveI bring thee ProofThat till I lovedI never lived—Enough—
That I shall love alway—I argue theeThat love is life—And life hath Immortality—
This—dost thou doubt—Sweet—Then have INothing to showBut Calvary—
My love is as a fever, longing stillFor that which longer nurseth the disease,Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please.My reason, the physician to my love,Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,Hath left me, and I desperate now approveDesire is death, which physic did except.Past cure I am, now reason is past care,And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are,At random from the truth vainly expressed:For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
I Love You
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I love your lips when they’re wet with wineAnd red with a wild desire;I love your eyes when the lovelight liesLit with a passionate fire.I love your arms when the warm white fleshTouches mine in a fond embrace;I love your hair when the strands enmeshYour kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kissOf a virgin’s bloodless love;Not for me the saint’s white bliss,Nor the heart of a spotless dove.But give me the love that so freely givesAnd laughs at the whole world’s blame,With your body so young and warm in my arms,It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,Still fragrant with ruby wine,And say with a fervor born of the SouthThat your body and soul are mine.Clasp me close in your warm young arms,While the pale stars shine above,And we’ll live our whole young lives awayIn the joys of a living love.
I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLost as a candle lit at noon,Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you stillA spirit beautiful and bright,Yet I am I, who long to beLost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love — put outMy senses, leave me deaf and blind,Swept by the tempest of your love,A taper in a rushing wind.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;But thy eternal summer shall not fadeNor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.And now good-morrow to our waking souls,Which watch not one another out of fear;For love, all love of other sights controls,And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;Where can we find two better hemispheres,Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;If our two loves be one, or, thou and ILove so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
To My Valentine
More than a catbird hates a cat,Or a criminal hates a clue,Or the Axis hates the United States,That’s how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,And more than a grapefruit squirts,I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,Or a juggler hates a shove,As a hostess detests unexpected guests,That’s how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,And more than the subway jerks,I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,And more than a hangnail irks.
I swear to you by the stars above,And below, if such there be,As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,That’s how you’re loved by me.
Rondel of Merciless Beauty
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen. Only your word will heal the injuryTo my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean—Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;Their beauty shakes me who was once serene. Upon my word, I tell you faithfullyThrough life and after death you are my queen;For with my death the whole truth shall be seen.Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.
A glimpse through an interstice caught,Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
All love letters are
All love letters areRidiculous.They wouldn’t be love letters if they weren’tRidiculous.In my time I also wrote love lettersEqually, inevitablyRidiculous.Love letters, if there’s loveMust beRidiculous.But in factOnly those who’ve never writtenLove lettersAreRidiculous.If only I could go backTo when I wrote love lettersWithout thinking howRidiculous.The truth is that todayMy memoriesOf those love lettersAre what isRidiculous.(All more-than-three-syllable words,Along with unaccountable feelings,Are naturallyRidiculous.)
I Wanna Be Yours.
John Cooper Clarke
I wanna be your vacuum cleanerbreathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford CortinaI will never rustIf you like your coffee hotlet me be your coffee potYou call the shotsI wanna be yoursI wanna be your raincoatfor those frequent rainy daysI wanna be your dreamboatwhen you want to sail awayLet me be your teddy beartake me with you anywhereI don’t careI wanna be yoursI wanna be your electric meterI will not run outI wanna be the electric heateryou’ll get cold withoutI wanna be your setting lotionhold your hair in deep devotionDeep as the deep Atlantic oceanthat’s how deep is my devotion
When We Are Old And These Rejoicing Veins
Edna St. Vincent Millay
When we are old and these rejoicing veinsAre frosty channels to a muted stream,And out of all our burning their remainsNo feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,This be our solace: that it was not saidWhen we were young and warm and in our prime,Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,Sleeping away the unreturning time.O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,When morning strikes her spear upon the land,And we must rise and arm us and reproveThe insolent daylight with a steady hand,Be not discountenanced if the knowing knowWe rose from rapture but an hour ago.
And one final quote.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Life has taught us that love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.