There's been some funny business on the terrace. What sort of rose would you say this is, top and bottom? Something old and English or David Austinish? No. It's my climbing Iceberg. It's a flower growing very close to my Abraham Darby, which it is beginning to resemble: ruffles, swirled in on themselves...and pink.
Below, a little farther from the Abraham Darby, is another double bloom. But creamier.
Like meringues and cream.
Here is a third, looking more like a nomal Iceberg rose...but still something very retro going on there.
And over the doorway, farthest over, looking quite plain and unfiddled with.
What's going on? It's all the same plant, different branches of...They never used to do this.