A white rose is the emblem of Yorkshire.
We have just returned from a week in the gloriously green Yorkshire Dales, a part of the country where it still knows how to rain. August 1st is Yorkshire Day, not a sensible day to be traveling away from the county as we have missed the village institute serving up huge individual Yorkshire puddings filled with gravy!
I spent the week hacking back the exuberant growth in the pocket-handkerchief sized garden of our small Yorkshire bolt-hole. It had clearly flowered its socks off throughout June and July when I wasn't about to appreciate it, giving a good display of clematis, roses and delphiniums in time for the Best Kept Village Competition. (We were third last year.) I was kept busy dead-heading the spent flowers and cutting back the dainty but determined perennial sweet pea that had clambered into the Rosa Mundi and was also threatening clumps of phlox.