In spring this year, me and my son planted a small rose bush in one of the wine barrels seen in the pictures. For good measure we threw in a handful of other random seeds as well, as we didn’t have a clue about what would actually thrive in that environment. It turned out that the seeds turned into a massive wall of flowers that completely covered that small, poor rose bush. I had completely forgotten about it if it weren’t for a stubborn red dot, seemingly hanging in the air, that I noticed one day outside the window. So now, mid November, finally, our rose bush is blooming.
There is something about the stubbornness of this rose, the fact that it blooms all alone so late in the year and the coolness of its red color that makes me think about Serge Lutens La Fille de Berlin.