Most roses really thrive in the sun but my Spirit of Freedom was having none of this 92 degree onslaught! It’s really quite delicate. I had to shade it with my big green market umbrella and hope that those ponderous heads of tightly wound petals wouldn’t fall away from their delicate stems like a dried up umbilical cord. These roses seem shy, always looking downward. I think I would have named them differently, maybe Bashful Belle or Heavy Heart? No matter the name, I still need to keep my inspiration from frying in the heat!
