Let's turn south and walk along the west fenceline. I wanna show you something. There...look up...see that wild blackberry rose? 'Least that's what I call it.
I read somewhere that the rose is akin to the blackberry, some second cousin or something or other. This very fragrant rose "tree" is huge! The blossoms are about the same size as blackberry flowers, only in clusters like roses. Has little thorns like roses too, but not as sharp I don't think. Any of yall know what it's called? Would love to know for sure. At any rate, it smells wonderful.
Oh gracious me, there's my neighbors to the west. Let me introduce you. The gal on the right is Rocky.
Blue is on the left. Jumper isn't there. He must be in the other pasture. He was rescued from some pretty bad conditions, but he's real happy in his new home.
Here we smell the sudden woodsy scent of "tea" tannin in the weathered oak leaves. Smells like a cross between Momma's soothing sweet tea and a freshly sharpened pencil.
Okay, lets turn east and walk along the back, up a little ridge and around an unruly group of shrubs. Oh my, there in the middle of the brush...more wild roses and honeysuckle, all playing together like they wuz friends! I think I'll take a few honeysuckle sprigs to freshen up the house.
Glory be, it's getting near supper time. We better head back. Let's head north along the east fenceline. I want to give you a little preview of a coming attraction. I didn't get a very good picture...too close up I think, but you can see the little blurred buds if you look closely.
This is a true wild rose, but it doesn't open it's pink blossoms until May. I call it my rose from the Lord because I didn't plant it; He must have been in charge of that. It runs along the east fence dancing in and out among the bushes wearing clusters of light to deep rose pinks. How it loves to put on a show! You must come back on opening day.
My, here we are back at the beginning. Say, look at those blackberry vines! Speaking of May, that's when these fellas really shine. Can't wait to make some of that blackberry jelly.
Well, actually these are Dewberries, not Blackberries, a distinction my dad was always adamant about making. I don't really care what you call them; they sure make good jelly!
One more stop before yall leave. I just have to show you my red rose. Sittin' there next to the patio, she seems pretty happy. She's a looker too, ain't she?
Before yall go, come on in the house and have some ice cold sweet tea, won't ya?
Thanks for visiting! I hope you enjoyed your stay.
Yall come back now, ya hear?