Striped rose

Striped rose

I love going into the summer garden to smell the roses.  I don’t have many — the Seattle climate can kill a lot of varieties — so a rose that can do well for me is hardy, strong thing. I’ve forgotten the name of the one above.  It was gift from Jon Singer,  (yes, of course you know him), one that he propagated from a cutting.  I recall that it’s a person’s name . . . look familiar to anyone?  Very scented, just delightful, and the blooms always make me think of small cabbages; a Brussels sprout rose, perhaps, as it is not big enough to be a true cabbage rose. A vintage rose, climber-ish in form, but not wildly so. I love the stripes.
Tiny rose

Tiny rose

This is Evangeline, and the variety dates back to 1906. a vigorous climber that covers itself in these tiny single roses in July.  Lightly scented, the merest hint of fragrance.

There are a couple more roses, I’ll try to show them another time.

Besides weeding and pruning, I’m been working more on my first pair of socks for Summer of Socks.
Sock in the sun
Sock in the sun

The first one is now done, and I’m just starting the increases on the second of the pair. The colors are quite summery, aren’t they?  But the yarn is a bit too heavy to wear on a warm day.

I came up with a good quick dinner the other night:  Take chicken thighs, and loosen the skin from the meat.  Smear in a generous amount of Mustapha’s Harissa  — it’s not a wildly hot harissa, but use your own judgement here.  Slip a thin slice of fresh lemon under the skin, put into a lightly oiled baking dish, and bake at 350 till the meat is done and the skin is getting crispy, about 40 minutes. Spicy, tangy, with a citrus edge — really good!
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