Despite the very March-like weather, the roses are coming out. This years incredibly wet spring has produced hundreds of buds and billions of rampant aphids (a few seen here on pictured rose).
Our friend Claire used to live in a house with a rambling garden a few kilometres away from our place. She planted roses: one for each of her four children; when she left the house and exchanged country for city life, she gave us cuttings of the roses. They struggled a little the first couple of years with the parched nature of our garden, but are now well established - full of delicate colour, pale pink, yellow, peach and cream.
I'll give you cuttings, Claire when you get that house with a garden.