Tis the season for roses. Mine are blooming and so are Mable’s. My sister stopped by the Ringling Museum last week and said the rose garden is in full bloom. We live in South Florida, so roses bloom year-round, but Spring brings them all at once. If you’re in the Sarasota/Bradenton area, take a stroll through. With 1,200 rose bushes planted in a circular maze, Mable’s garden is something to see and smell. Plus the museum offers free admission on Mondays.
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The garden was planted in 1913; it was based on the Italian wagon wheel design. Rows of roses circle around the focal point of a limestone and wrought iron gazebo. The gazebo is original.
The roses are not. Only three percent of the roses in the current garden were around in Mable’s day. She also didn’t enjoy the modern ease of rose disease control. Mable used to have to replace half her roses every two years because of disease. Today’s technology has lengthened the average life of a rose to 12-15 years. Here are a few from the garden:
The Mable Ringling Rose Garden is one of only three accredited public rose gardens in Florida. The accreditation comes from the American Rose Society and requires that the garden adhere to a number of additional quality controls. Stop by on Mondays; admission is free!
Mr. Lincoln was the first – a classic, statuesque beauty with dark green leaves and deep scarlet petals. He showered me with gifts every time a new bloom emerged. It was akin to a shopping rush and quickly turned into a binge; I needed more and more, so along came Tropicana and Gold Medal. Then I needed Peace and wanted to Strike it Rich. I became designer obsessed, buying Lagerfeld and Tiffany. I went for scent when bringing home a double order of Perfume Delight. They swept me off my feet. I’d never gardened before, but those roses tapped into my ancestral roots. Gardening is a family tradition; my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother all found joy in their gardens and I feel the joy in mine. I am a gardener. I love the solitude and peace that comes with running my fingers through the dirt – some say boring; I say exhilarating. Bring on the weeds! There’s nothing better to clear a crazed head. The breeze, the sun, the occasional butterfly – they’re blissful. Roses were just the beginning…welcome to my garden!