Apologies to Dr. Huey

This beauteous creature has been getting a bad wrap and I’d like to apologize to Dr. Huey and Capt. Thomas who introduced this lovely rose a long long time ago. Take a gander.

“…the dark carmine climber named after Dr. Huey…has been tested for four years and it is distinct as a large, semi-double, deep red climber of one period of bloom. It is hardy and the color illustration portrays its beauty. The name for it, “Dr. Huey,” was announced at the meeting of the American Rose Society held in the Bloomfield Gardens on Jun 4, 1919 when the rose created great enthusiasm among the experts there.”
The American Rose Annual

How soon we forget.

I have finally taken it upon myself to spend the last two weeks researching the nature of “rootstocks” and the current practice of the grafting of roses and of Dr. Huey in particular. It was Time. I began with an early morning jaunt in my own immediate locale and found plenty of evidence that Dr. Huey is alive and well in Mendocino County, home to many very old established gardens. Testimony began right at home. No need to convince me of the beauty of this lovely old fashioned rose.

Further afield…

Dr. Huey living happily among yellow blossoms

A climbing Dr. Huey lending its charm to a bare crepe myrtle

Dr. Huey with a happy pink and white companion

More Dr. Huey beauty

Dr. Huey bringing loveliness and color to a casual garden

Now, yes, yes, I know. Dr. Huey’s strength was recognized as a perfect rose to graft beautiful tea roses, fancy fare onto, borrowing from its qualities. Fine. I get it. I have a plum tree in my yard I would love to graft a “bigger, better” plum onto. However, I do think it’s sad that Dr. Huey, once honored by the American Rose Society, has fallen into disrepute as a “common rose” or, worse, a “weed rose.” It’s not.

I also fully understand that due to the vibrancy and resilience of Dr. Huey that he can actually “overtake” the rose someone probably “paid good money for” and that would leave the gardener less than happy. Even I, doing this research, had to come to the realization that one of my favored roses in my very own garden might possibly be endangered by Dr. Huey suckers (shock) and took out two or three of those this morning with no regret. However, I am imploring us to show a little respect for the Dr. Huey that has made so many other roses possible, and to perhaps considering there might be a place for its beauty just as it is in our gardens. There is in mine.

Sweet bouquet garnered from the fallen “suckers”

The rose is, according to fossil evidence, 35 million years old. Garden cultivation of roses began over 5,000 years ago, most likely in China. There is a history that I believe ought be respected, cherished, loved and to be grateful for. Dr. Huey most certainly falls into a very important part of that history. Be kind.

For the record, I did reach out to the David Austin folks in Texas. I was told I should email their technician, Michael, who was out of the country, but, bless his heart, he did get back to me straightaway. Here was his input:

Dear Kathryn,

Thank you for your email…Since I have never grown roses on Dr. Huey personally (we use Laxa over here in the UK) I am not sure of the answer but looking around gardens in the States I don’t think you see too many Dr. Huey so I think not a huge proportion will end up as it. The change of it happening [reverting] is, I am sure related to, as you say, the diligence of the gardener but it would also be related to the strength of the rose and one that suffers more from disease [or frigid winters] is more likely to have the Dr. Huey grow through than a strong growing, healthy variety.”

I must invite Michael to California for his own personal tour of Dr. Huey roses in May. It would not take long. 🙂

Love and rosey blessings,
Kathryn xoxo

Note: I want to extend my thanks to my cousin Julie for her sharing her rose knowledge with me. So helpful.

Book News: An excerpt from Plant Whatever Brings You Joy has now been published in the June issue of the Dutch version of Ode Magazine. I cannot wait to see one of my stories translated into Dutch, particularly as that particular story took place in Amsterdam!

Southern California readers, please watch for an excerpt from Plant Whatever Brings You Joy in the June issue of Whole Person Calendar, on stands May 27th!

…I also hear tell that my book is being featured in the window at Santa Cruz Bookstore, which was heartwarming to learn. Thank you!

Mother’s Day Roses

Knowing that my dearest daughter is deeply immersed in graduate studies, and having received a very beautiful card from same, I knew it was very unlikely she might appear unexpectedly at my door on Mother’s Day, thus I made a point of bringing in an exceptional luscious bouquet for myself from the garden. Mmmm. Soaking in their profound beauty I felt nurtured immediately. Who would not?

What I had not anticipated was that Mother’s Day morning darling daughter would be calling me and engaging in what turned into a three hour conversation about the generations of women from whom we descend, as one of her current (many) assignments, as she winds up the first year of her Masters in Women’s Spirituality, is to trace her ancestry, including the various possible psychological components. While the psychological part is her own inner process, the facts of ancestry are my forte. I’ve been studying our family tree for over fifteen years and can trace back to my Earliest Known Ancestor, who arrived on New England soil in the third decade of the 1600’s! While my daughter’s classroom needs did not extend to such great lengths, it did afford a profound and beautiful conversation about the women we knew, who shaped our lives and I can’t imagine a more lovely gift on Mother’s Day.

Following the conversation I went into my histories and pulled out a very cherished photo of my Grandmother wearing a red silk suit at age 94 on the occasion of a family wedding, which I scanned and sent to my daughter. She said, “It touched my heart.” Yes, she has the power to do that, to this day.

I thought carefully and with deep gratitude about the blessing of having such an amazing Grandmother and all the gifts she bestowed on me, and the additional great blessing of having such an extraordinary daughter, who sent me this on Mother’s Day. She said, “See? Studying, but I’m still playing!”

And then, dear readers, I went into the garden. And immediately turned back around to retrieve my camera, for this is what awaited me there, in the stillness of the late morning sun, in the sanctity of my garden, God bless.




Iris

rock rose



4th of July

If you look carefully you will see the tiniest of spiders on this next rose. (S)he kept going in and out under the petals, hiding, and I had to be patient to finally catch this little one in full view. I love it.

And these are common roses, traditionally used as root stock, and some would probably pull them up, but I prune and fertilize them each year and love them for the lovely bouquets they bless my home with.

I became fascinated with this last photo as I noticed the green living swirl of light that embraces this particular rose. It’s a good metaphor and reminder that each of us is part of all that lives, and that we are, indeed, surrounded by an infinite light of love and peace and support. All we have to do is tune into it, at any given moment. It is always available to us. Perhaps it is a bit easier to find in the garden.

Love and hugs and garden blessings,
Kathryn xoxoxo

Rhododendron Show!

Last fall I was honored to receive an invitation to serve as a Celebrity Judge at a local rhododendron show, sponsored by the local chapter of the Rhododendron Society of America, which I have been looking forward to ever since. And last weekend was the big event, held on the coast of Mendocino County in the small quaint town of Ft. Bragg. Never having served in this capacity before I was not quite sure what to expect. I arrived early to the school where the show was taking place and here was my first (overwhelming) view:

The breadth and depth of what I was witnessing rolled over and through me and spun itself out unexpectedly in little tears streaming down my cheeks. This was no small feat I was seeing. The toil, labor, sweat, tears and heart that went into the hydbridization, growing, selecting and collecting was not lost on me at all. There was an enormous amount of love in that room. A love for rhododendrons. Welcome to the World of the Rhododendron People.

Shortly after the several other judges arrived, who were primarily from a second chapter in the South Bay. What a lovely group of grounded knowledgeable people! I was paired with a charming woman who had grown rhododendrons for many years and knew the primary movers and shakers in the Rhododendron World. She told me about some amazing gardens on the East Coast. I knew I was in good hands with her and determined to take note and learn what I could from my time with her on Saturday. We were tasked with moving up and down those tables, choosing the best examples of various subspecies. While I did not have the criteria in hand she had, she graciously told another judge, “It’s fun working with Kathryn. She’s looking for beauty.” (Yes, indeed!) I felt my years of photographing flowers was my primary skill in helping to assess what made each selection worthy of a first, second or third place ribbon. And we were at liberty to name Honorable Mentions, so the imperfect lovelies also had a chance. My partner was fond of the yellows; I was fond of the pinks. We were a good match. We mostly agreed on all our choices and worked well in allowing for each other’s preferences. It was a challenging and fun experience and I learned a lot.

The many photos that follow will give you a tiny taste of the abundant beauty I was exposed to at this show. I have not written down all the various species. I simply wanted to be able to share a bit of what I was able to experience on this most special of days. You will undoubtedly notice that while the majority of the flowers I photographed were single flowers, entered in the show, that I have also included a few that were in large pots that were presented to the public for sale. I invite you to breath in their beauty and to enjoy!








“A thing of beauty is a joy forever…” ~ John Keats








And, (ta da!) Best in Show!!

Are these not spectacular? What a blessing the rhododendron!

Love and flower blessings,
Kathryn xoxoox

Book News: The Whole Person Calendar in Southern California is going to be running a couple of excerpts from Plant Whatever Brings You Joy in upcoming issues. I will let you know exactly when. I’m also anticipating an author event soon at Copperfield’s Books in Petaluma. Stay tuned!

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