Most of the time, I plant a rose without knowing exactly what it will look like in bloom. I have an idea of what the color and form the blooms will be, all based upon a picture on the tag, a website, or google image. But to really know whether I will love the rose is a mystery.
I had seen enough pictures of Buff Beauty to know I was already infatuated. All the pictures I've seen show it to be a heavy bloomer. Plus, the color of the blooms are an unusual dark yellow to apricot color. I am a sucker for an apricot bloom. And a buff colored yellow seemed unusual enough to make me want this rose in my garden.
So, I got Buff Beauty, and placed it in a corner of the main rose bed. A corner to which I rarely venture. This spring was the first it had bloomed in my garden, and yes, I was pleased. But I was not enchanted - until yesterday.
Yesterday I experienced Buff Beauty in a new way. I was behind the main rose bed, checking on the small hedge that I've been babying all summer. Two of the hedge plants had almost died due to the drought, and I had been worried that I would have to replace part of even possibly all of my hedge. Walking down the row, I reached the corner where Buff Beauty was planted. I would not have stopped, except there was a weed that needed pulling. That was not acceptable. This called for immediate action!
I stepped into the hedge row, reached far into and under Buff Beauty, wrapped my fingers around the offending weed, and pulled. As I did, I inhaled. And I experienced the scent of Buff Beauty's soft, sweet fragrance for the first time. That's all it took. I was enchanted. I should thank that weed for being there. But that is below my dignity as a gardener.
Walking to the far back corner will now be a regular venture for me. A beautiful color, lovely form, and a sweet scent. Buff Beauty has it all.