On Wed, 11 Jun 2003 12:22:01 +0100, Jane Lumley
wrote:

Okay, here's a trusting fool for you.

1. I planted a Modern Climber - not my style, as you know, but there I
was choosing virtues like reliability! in the front garden, right at the
front, to occupy a key flowering position. It was supposed to be Golden
Showers. When the buds broke, they were PINK! Bright pink, in fact (in
a yellow and blue border). Back to the nursery it went, where they said
it was Agatha Christie. I felt murderous . I replaced it with Claire
Jacquier, but she may not now flower this year; no buds, unsurprisingly.
Grr.

2. At the back, again in the most prominent place right behind the BACK
door, I planted what I was told was Mme Isaac Pereire - you see the
thinking? Heady scent, back door, right? Buds broke yesterday and she
isn't Mme Isaac at ALL. The flowers are orangey, fading to apricot, and
TINY, HT shape. In a lilac and blue border! Up she comes! Nursery
says it can send a replacement, but (again) may not flower this year.
Double grrr.

This has got me thinking about the power of names. I'd buy an Issac
Hayes rose in a heartbeat.

Can you dig it?