Still containing my soul in patience. Waiting for the weather to be kind enough, that the prunings can be tucked into the 'didn't make it thru the summer' gaps. I call the rose garden - this way to Paradise. Paradise is a Persian (now Iranian?) word for garden. An oasis of cool shade, with water to be seen and heard. A high surrounding wall, somewhere to sit. Flowers (of course), bulbs and roses. With the four rivers of Paradise, four paths, four beds.
Top left, the entrance (that's Pushed out of Paradise), with flourishing transplanted roses, backed by giant/Spanish reeds. Invasive aliens - but they provide wildlife habitat for the weaver birds - which is another reason why we chose this plot. Top right, I am peering thru Tropical Sunset and Casanova which are towering over my head (with a distant glimpse of waterfall). Will be pruned back with long stalks, as I harvest the flowers which are coming thru now. Bottom left - the Dark Side, with Papa Meilland waving above the wall. Bottom right - blue foliage to set off pink flowers.
In the centre around the sun-dial I am working on displaying the four sets of different coloured foliage (and flowers). Top left - we had Festuca glauca, but the heat seems to be too much for it. Dianthus is happy, will spread that first clump around. Also variegated Tulbaghia. Purple Dimorphotheca jucunda would be happily prepared to claim the entire bed thanks! Santolina seems happy, just hate the nasty mustardy yellow flowers. Bottom right - ivory striped Liriope, and various golden grasses battling on.
You have had the long, the wide view. But there are flowers. Another reason why I pick them, to enjoy in the house - instead of leaving them to make toast in the garden. Top left - Perfume Passion with a few drops of the last rain shower. Top right - Peace. Bottom left - Courvoisier, smells delectable, and brings bunches of flowers as it gets going again. Bottom right - Pennisetum Rubra, bought for the Dark Side.