Mike was curious about a logging operation in the area, so this morning the two of us took a 4-wheeler ride to see what we could see. We couldn't see much, but I took the opportunity to increase my photo collection of wild roses in the area. They come in quite a variety of colors.
I've posted this bush before, located across the road from Neighbor Pete. We would love to have one in our yard but to date have been unsuccessful in transplanting. Pete says that homesteaders from North Carolina -- or maybe it was West Virginia, he says -- brought this beautiful yellow rose with them, and when they sold out, community members went there to get slips of the rose. He said passers-by have stopped at his house to ask for a slip of the bush, and he tells them to go ahead because he knows his neighbor doesn't care. (I really think the bush is mostly on the road right-of-way.) I might be wrong, but I think the wild roses actually do better if they are carried in by the wind or a bird.
This lovely red variety is located at Pete's late mother's house. I don't believe I've seen another red one. Very nice.
This one, located on the logging road, has more white than some. See the bee at work?
This rather picturesque setting at Plank's includes an old piece of farm machinery with lilac bush. The old rose bush is getting out of hand, I fear, and the lilac is being over-run. I'm thinking of asking the neighbor if he would mind if we trimmed the rose back so that the lilac has a chance. Last year Hallie, Nick, and I picked hips off that rose bush for their rose hip jelly.
And here's our bramble again, slowly coming into bloom. I've given it some systemic rose food so we won't be picking hips this year. But really -- there's no dearth of wild roses here -- on our property or the roadsides. KW