I am an old married lady who does not need to be waiting on some man.
But when it comes to a certain rose named Paul’s Himalayan Musk, I will wait for late April of every year for him to appear. In fact, I will look forward to the short visit because by late May, Paul disappears until the following year.
Paul’s Himalayan Musk is a rambler. When it does bloom, its gorgeous tiny roses of white and pale pink easily shoot high into our tree in the front yard. For several years, we have allowed the canes to take over. In some places, the canes have come back down and are finding ways to take over the land below.
Other than cutting out the dead and an occasional stray cane, this rambling rose needs very little pruning. It is my favorite rose because it is a beauty that needs little gardening effort on my part.
If you have the room for any rambler, I would recommend planting one. Most of the fun is witnessing the rose take off and find its way into a tree. Although Paul’s Himalayan Musk is a once-bloomer, I have come to cherish each day the roses are with me.