Oh, how overpowering was the perfume and the beauty of the salmon pink flowers offset by the almost open deeper red buds. It was a breathtaking sight each spring. And then the flowers died in the first heat and being a spring flowering only creature, that was 'it' for another twelve months. Except that now it put all its energy into growing mile long canes and the biggest prickles in the world. So two years ago, just after flowering, I chopped it up in little bits and planted wisteria in its place. The Albertine is still there and grows up to the top of the arch every spring to have many sprays of flowers, but then I chop it down to its socks before it totally envelops my house.
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