Is blue with lupins and is sweet with thyme
My garden is all overblown with roses,
My spirit is overblown with rhyme,
As like a drunken honeybee I waver
From house to garden and again to house,
And undetermined which delight to favour,
On verse and rose alternatively carouse"
- Vita Sackville - West, 1892 -1962
P.S. Thanks to a comment from Cathy over at 'Rambling In The Garden' I realised that I had named my rose wrongly. Yet another senior moment which has now been corrected.