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Every year in mid-summer the scrambling rose called Wedding Day produces its creamy white single flowers, high in the trees which shelter the driveway. And every year in mid-summer the wind blows the rose around, and long thorny canes just happen to drop down. Mid-summer is also the favourite time for bicycle rides at dusk and the Head Gardener tends to zoom down the drive like a woman possessed - in serious training for le Tour de Moosey. ![]() Wedding Day Then at dawn you might find her sauntering dreamily down the Driveway, not paying much attention to anything. Ouch! Aargh! Rip! Scratches - and blood! Romantic Climbing, Rambling and Scrambling RosesI bought the rose Wedding Day with a gift voucher, when I was in my romantic climbing, rambling and scrambling roses phase. Hmm... Enough said!
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