It’s stupid how long I’ve wanted the rose named ‘Graham Thomas’.
I don’t grow roses, as a rule. I’ve no patience or tolerance trying to integrate them into the largely perennial planting that suits me best.
But last winter, my wife appropriated a bit of land near the clothesline, and decided that she’d put it to work growing roses for cutting. I was asked my opinion on selection, and put in a request for ‘Graham Thomas’. And now, after nearly three decades of secret longing, the first flower has bloomed.
Anything you’ve secretly (or openly) longed for a disproportionate length of time?