Julia Childs rose blooms next to fall’s hips, and some  rusty leaves, which I cropped out of this photo.  She hasn’t been pruned in three seasons,  so I better get busy.   As soon as it  quits raining tomorrow, I think.  She has such a lovely scent, and grows tall so you can see her at the back of the bed over the other roses,  bachelors buttons, etc.  Last year she was invaded by Brandywine,   but this year I will be stricter with Brandywine.   Actually, Brandywine was so delicious, I might build him his own 10 foot tower.