Rosa 'Abraham Darby' and Rust
No, I was not eating Nacho Cheese Doritos out in the garden. Rust is the heel of this Achilles. This is some of the Rust 'Abraham Darby' was shedding everywhere: It's somehow fitting, though hopefully unintentional, that a rose named for a hero of the British Industrial Revolution, with all that iron and iron machinery, should Rust so badly.
Such a gorgeous rose, so fragrant, but the Rust is dreadful. Cheeto-ville. It's gotten to the point where I'm ready to dig it out. However, because of those wonderful flowers, Abe is getting another chance to clean up. I trimmed it back, pulled off all the foliage, and laid down fresh mulch:
Let's hope for the best. Otherwise it's bye-bye Abe. When it has leafed out and blooming again, I'll update you about it.
Update 7/21/2012. Abe is still here and still rusting. I cut it back every so often, thinking to finally dig it out, but I would miss the flowers terribly. So it grows back, rusts some more, and exasperates me yet again. This past week, cut back and leafing out yet again, I got out a 1 liter spray bottle, mixed up a small amount of fungicide, and sprayed Abe thoroughly. He looks fabulous now. For a while.